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Opening Address (Tree-day) Emily Howard Foley 413 

Addeess to the Seniors Lucy Elizabeth White Alb 

Address to Undergbadtjates .... Mary Emma Dillingham 419 

To the Land feom Whence the Shadows Fall . Josephine Price Simrall 427 

Obation . Joanna Stoddard Parker 433 

Pbesentation op Spade Alice Windsor Hunt 435 

Reception of Spade Lucy Jane Freeman 437 

Editobial 440 

The Fbee Pbess 443 

College Notes 449 

Tree-day 452 

Ivy Poem Julia Buffington 454 

Senioe Day 458 

Altjmn^e Notes 462 

Wellesley Alumna Association 467 

Mes. Hannah Bbadbtjby Goodwin . . . . '. .A.N.G.,'87 468 

Society Notes 469 

Marriages and Deaths 471-472 

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Vol. I. WELLESLEY, JUNE 24, 1893. No. 9. 










The Wellesley Magazine is published monthly, from October to June, by a board of editors chosen 
from the Senior Class. 

All literary contributions may be sent to Miss Mary K. Conyngton, Wellesley College, Wellesley, Mass. 

All items of college interest, and communications to be inserted in the department of Free Press, will be 
received by Miss Anna K. Peterson, Wellesley College, Wellesley, Mass. 

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R. Stahr, Wellesley College, Wellesley, Mass. 

Terms, $2.00 per year ; single copies 25 cents. 

Tree-day, '93. 

TRUE to his custom, Father Tinre has completed another cycle, tossed it 
to the garner of the past, and brought us to an anniversary that confers 
upon the daughters of Wellesley a triple benefaction. 

To-day, an ear pressed close to our hearts may hear the lingering vibra- 
tions of chords touched in the past — the music of gladness and the voices 
of friendship of other days. 

To-day, we joyously hold the hand of the present, and receive from it a 
wealth of smiles and caresses, while Nature, in full festival, tells us again 
the story that there is no death, and that our own lives may burst forth in 
beauty and sublimity from every winter of cloud and storm that may close 
in upon them. 

To-day throws into our lives memories that will grow more precious as 


the years gather behind us ; memories that will restore to us, in our diverging 
paths, the sweet and friendly faces into which we now gaze. Herein is the 
trinity of beatitudes that Tree-day bestows. 

To you, our treasured friends, our benefactor, Mrs. Durant, our president, 
our faculty, our fellow-students, we have already in our hearts given an 
affectionate welcome to our Tree-day exercises. The presence of some of 
you, our faculty, is like the children gathering again at the old fireside to 
live over in sympathy the joys that are gone. Your gladness of countenance 
tells that out in the fields of the world there are flowers and radiance. 
From this sweet assurance we draw new hope for ourselves. 

To you, who have led us in our mental march, who have given us joy 
along with instruction, we can utter no more than the promise of endeavor 
to make the future a compensating reflection of the wisdom we have gained 
from you. 

To those of our friends who tarry awhile longer in these halls of oppor- 
tunity, we turn again. We beg to be remembered for whatever of good we 
have done ; to be forgotten only wherein we have failed or erred. Heaven 
grant that we leave some remembrance of example, some sweet fragrance of 
character which may inspire those who take our place to nobler striving 
than ours has been. If we leave you nothing else, we bequeath sincere 
good wishes, with the hope that they may prove magnets of power and of 
success to those who receive them. 

And now, classmates, we who at no distant day go from Wellesley — per- 
chance some of us, all of us, go out to "the trivial round, the common task." 
Let us even there endeavor to make life a beautiful symphony rather than 
a grave catastrophe. Let us resolve to-day, not only to " know the good," 
but to do the good. Let us resolve not to wait to turn saints until the 
the world has offended or disappointed us. But, if the world have any 
propositions to make to us, which call for circles of gold and white robes in 
the end, let us consider well before we leap, lest Wellesley be charged with 
giving to the world those who play the fool. 

It has been said that all those who build a house or plant a tree have 
already achieved largely of life's success. We, then, who have committed 
to earth's bosom a child, to be nourished in memory of our love and grati- 
tude, hope this child will grow into graceful proportions, as a symbol of our 
own possibilities 

Emily Howard Foley. 


"The future I may face, now I have proved the past." 

? /V 4 IDST the din and confusion of our hurrying life-work there come to 
I V 1 us opportunities, rare, it is true, but all the more precious, when we 
can rest for an instant from the turmoil about us, and pause to look back upon 
the path already traversed, as well as forward along the way that lies before. 
To-day we have reached one of these little ledges of time, and, as we tarry 
here, two broad vistas open up; the one receding far into regions left 
behind, the other stretching onward, ever broadening before our vision, 
glorified by the light that shines through the mist-enveloped future, and 
bids us follow on. 

But, though the future allures us with its " mysterious phantoms, coming, 
beckoning, going," yet the past, with its "hints and prophecies of things to 
be," claims a share, at least, of our thought. For the past was future once ; 
only the brief moment of the present divides the one from the other. 
Divides ? Nay, rather like cement, which shall endure throughout all time, 
it unites them with a strength that shall never fail, till all three, past, pres- 
ent and future, shall blend in one and merge themselves into timeless 

Would we see, then, more clearly the way before, let us carefully review 
the path that lies behind, knowing that upon the foundation of the past the 
present is laid, and above the corner-stone of the present is reared the struc- 
ture of the future. . 

That force is never lost is a law supreme, not only in the material world, 
but equally potent in the world of human life. Whatever has been, is ; 
whatever is, shall be ; or, in the words of our poet : " There shall never 
be one lost good ! What was, shall live as before." Every effort put forth 
in behalf of humanity, to further the good of mankind, is immortal. Trans- 
muted, converted, it may be, — so much so, that it needs the eye of the 
Divine to discern its continued existence ; but the truth remains, that its 
influence shall be felt through time and through eternity. 

But what can we forecast of the future from a study of the past ? 

Glancing down the epochs of history, one is struck with the recurrence of 
similar events and periods. Time repeats itself ; over and over again are 
met the same influences, the> same tendencies, and apparently the same re- 


suits. Examine, one after another, the various realms of civilization, — the 
realms of art, of literature, of science, and above and over all, the realm of 
life ; in each do we notice this repetition, this recurrence. 

Take science, for example. Here we find, first an age of discovery and 
investigation, an age in which scientists are absorbed in searching out the 
inmost secrets of nature, and intent on disclosing them to the world. ' Then 
comes the age of verification and application ; the object of the search has 
been attained. Now, all are engaged in testing the validity of their con- 
clusions, and applying their theories to practical purposes. After this, what 
follows? The knowledge already gained is but a stepping-stone to heights 
yet unexplored, is but an incentive to further search ; again the spirit of 
investigation animates the world of science. Thus has its course swung 
round into a period in* character the same as before, in character the same, 
but in achievement quite different. The circular movement of scientific 
progress is like the spiral, each of whose cycles is but a higher development 
of those already completed. 

Turning to the realm of literature, we find that its progress, in turn, illus- 
trates the same principle ; in this branch of human culture, we also discern 
the spiral movement. In literature, the cycle begins with the creative 
period, a period when men seem endowed with new insight, and inspired by 
fresh enthusiasm. Perfect freedom and spontaneity characterize the style of 
the period, while the thought is potent for its truth and originality. As this 
burst of creative genius spends itself, it is followed by a new epoch, an age 
of criticism. Now, the work of the previous period is subjected to the keen- 
est scrutiny, and under the critic's microscope must stand the test of 

In this realm a period of criticism is absolutely essential to growth. It 
acts as a fertilizing agent, causing a fresh awakening of sleeping powers. 
Thus another creative age is introduced, and with it the beginning of a new 
cycle. Such a movement we see in the centuries just passed. The revival 
of learning of the sixteenth century aroused creative genius. The seven- 
teenth and eighteenth marked a critical and transitional period, while in the 
present century we are gradually returning to a creative age. 

But how is it in the realm of art? Can we apply the same principle 
here ? In point of creative genius the height w,hich was reached by the old 


Italian masters has never been, and perhaps will never be, surpassed. The 
lofty aspiration of Raphael, the mighty grandeur of Michael Angelo, define 
the high-water mark of creative art. There is, however, in the artistic realm, 
another element than the creative, viz. : the scientific, or technical, and it is 
along this line that the advance has been made. As creative power fur- 
nishes the conceptions which are to materialize into forms of beauty, so 
technical knowledge enables the artist to work out in perfection of detail 
the idea he has in mind. 

May we not say, then, of these various realms, that they are advancing, 
not in such a manner as to leave behind all that has been of value in previ- 
ous epochs, but rather compare their progress to the spiral composed of dif- 
ferent cycles, alike in character, yet essentially varying in achievement. 
Thus the attainments of one cycle form the foundation of those of the next; 
in the following cycle the new thought introduced, the new influence 
brought to beai', serve simply to recombine in different proportions the 
material gathered in the past. 

Let us now seek its application in the realm of life, — to humanity. 
Mankind is advancing, from century to century, towards the fulfilment of 
its promises, towards the realization of its ideals. In the cycle through 
which it has passed are two stages. The first marks the epoch in which 
humanity is considered only as a whole. The individual, as an individual, 
counts as nothing. Only as he is a constituent of humanity in general is 
he recognized. Under such a state of affairs there could be little progress, 
for it is in the development of the parts that the whole grows to fuller and 
nobler proportions. The transition occurred; then came the movement 
towards individualism, as illustrated in the seventeenth century. Action 
and reaction are equal and in opposite directions, and, as formerly all had 
been in the interests of the general, to the exclusion of the individual, so 
how, all tends towards furthering individual interests to the exclusion of 
those of the general. Each man, impressed with his own individuality, is 
bent upon maintaining his own liberty, upon asserting his own rights. Thus 
has humanity passed through two stages. Its path has taken it from the gen- 
eral to the individual, and now it has again swung round to the general, 
unlike the former, however, 'for in the light of. the past, it is seeking the 
development of the general only by means of the perfect development of the 


individual. Both are working towards complete harmony, and, as men 
singly work out their salvation, not at the expense of, but in sympathy with 
one another, so the organic whole rises from height to height. Like the 
march of an army must be the advance of humanity. Only as each soldier 
obeys the commands of his general, only as each man steps to the time of 
the music, can the mighty column gain higher ground. 

This is the point which mankind has reached to-day. The spirit of fra- 
ternity, of fellowship, the feeling that we are all members of one and the 
same whole, is inspiring the world. Sects, races, nationalities are mingling 
and blending into a grand and harmonious union, which is gradually work- 
ing towards perfection. 

Fellow classmates, as we stand upon the confines of the century just 
passed, facing the unknown and unexplored realms of the twentieth century, 
we pause to consider the possibilities of the epoch we are entering. The 
cycles of the past have done their work. Upward, still upward, have they 
forced the spirals of civilization, and upon the present generation devolves 
the exertion of raising it to a still greater height. Oh, the debts we owe to 
the workers in the past who have consecrated both mind and heart to teach- 
ing us the possibilities that lie within us ! Shall we not be as gejierous in 
our limited circle of opportunities in doing our share? 

We cannot over-estimate the importance of college men and women as a 
factor in our social, political and intellectual world. It is a factor whose 
value is increasing yearly, whose influence is spreading itself more and more 
into all branches of human progress. 

To a college woman, how many doors fly open that to another may remain 
forever closed ! How many opportunities present themselves of which 
another does not dream ! The world is all gates, all opportunities, all strings 
of tension waiting to be struck. Ah ! do we realize our position as college 
graduates ? Without a full recognition of our powers and responsibilities, 
our noblest possibilities will never be fulfilled. "Know thyself!" Self" 
knowledge is, in very truth, the secret of achievement. Why is it that this 
century has gained the height upon which it rests, unless it be because of the 
spirit of self-examination which so permeates it. 

This, however, is but one aspect of the question. With the knowledge of 
the self, of the real as it exists, there must be a conception of the ideal as it 


may exist, with the introspection there must be a looking outward. Only 
as the former are complemented by the latter, is there a certain basis for 
final attainment. 

And now, as we step forth into new spheres, to be surrounded by new 
influences, to be filled with new interests, let us place our ideal higher than 
ever before. Our vision is indeed limited. Through the veil of the future 
the human eye cannot see. But we have the assurance that beyond the 
mists and the shadows there is the full radiance of the ideal made real. 
Upon this assurance we rest our hopes. With this as a certainty we cry: — 

" Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, 
As the swift seasons roll ! 
Leave thy low-vaulted past! 
Let each new temple, nobler than the last, 
Shut thee from heaven, with a dome more vast, 
Till thou at length art free, 
Leaving thine outgrown shell 
By life's unresting sea! " 

Lucy Elizabeth White. 


TO-DAY I leaned down over the pansy bed around our fair white birch 
letting the cool flower faces kiss my forehead, looking to those wise 
daughters of the earth for inspiration. A literary dig passed by and tossed 
her head at me. 

" There's pansies, that's for thoughts! " she cried. 

" Just so," I replied. 

She then came up and delivered the following discourse : 

" Some of them you'll find too dark to be recognized at a distance, some 
perhaps are a little too fresh, and others are wilted, second-hand, as it were, 
after being sported about at the '95 class social. Well, that's not your 
fault. 'As the tree is bent, so the twig's inclined.' Have you ever noticed 
the application of that last quotation to the present sophomore attitude? Just 
listen and I'll interpret it to you, showing, meanwhile, what original work is. 
As the tree is bent — tree — naturally, from fond associations, when we say tree 


we think oak-tree. Oak-tree, there; so far, so good. As the tree is bent — bent 
with age, responsibility, senior dignity, ceremonies of '92, so the twig — here is 
a delicate suggestion, subtle and poetic, of the sweet pea — so the twig's inclined. 
Context here shows inclined to mean imitative, burlesquing, etc. Here we 
have the interpretation plainly before us. As the '92 oak, by reason of its 
strength, dignity, etc., is bent after the old customs, e. g., Tree-day, so the 
'95 sweet pea, grasping, sprouting little upstart, is inclined to mimic the 
custom of our ancestors." 

At last that literary dig was gone, and I was alone with my pansies. 
The white birch touched my head with a branch. I looked up in response, 
and saw, trooping across the campus, a host of dryads, each with a branch 
in her hand. 

" Those are for your sake," whispered the birch. 

"What," cried I, "fly brushes! tell them '93 doesn't need—" 

"Hush," said the whisperer, "can you see what they are?" 

"Birches?" I asked. " The impudent creatures don't intend to birch us 
with our own birches?" 

"Nay," said the tree, "your hasty judgment no more becomes your 
scholar's cap and gown than does a stiff breeze blowing from the lake. See, 
they will strew your path with leaves, they, once the lofty, would-be sharers 
of your inmost secrets, those of Senior Day, who yearned to open your 
bosom ere they rent their own, even they, tall, willowy diyads, come ready 
to lay their symbols at your very feet, yea, to be stood, or knelt, or sat 
upon. Hasten to yonder hill." 

Here all the wise little faces under the tree smiled approval and begged 
to go- as Tree-day messengers. So I gathered a basketful of "pansies for 
thoughts," and here they are for you. Some are sober, some are gay, some 
would like to be sweet. None of them have any thorns. If you are 
scratched or pricked it will be from nettles that have crept in from the 
grass, not from the pansies themselves. 

Which shall I throw you first? There really is no order. I can't tabu- 
late pansies very well. We'll leave the A B C's for the Juniors — alas, no, 
not for the Juniors, for the great A. C. has decreed that tabulation shall be 
torn from them and given to the freshmen for moulding their infant course 
as to majors and minors. The grouping system has already been personi- 


fied by the twos and threes that huddle together in the corridor to discuss 
the matter. But after all their tabulation, their alphabetical insignia are to 
be curtailed, for the aforesaid A. C. will no longer allow them to claim 
aught but A. B. But this is not to the point. I was about to say that, 
having no group system in this basket, I will toss out any flower I find. 

First, here's for congratulations to our devoted, next younger sister, on 
her chosen leader. The chosen does not always mean the attained, for — 

" Why do the children of earth ever cry? 
Answer me why. 

Save for the thing that in their ' On High ' 
Shines unattainable, 
Why, tell me why!" 

The chosen is, alas, too often the unattained. This is sometimes owing to 
peculiar conditions of sensibility, over-emotional sensibility, or too sensitive 
sensibility or not sensible sensibility — but once on record the children of 
men cried for the unattainable, owing to "parliamentary sensibility." It is 
no joke, though it may be a Laugh (l)in(g) matter to be a stateswoman. 
To give up that which we have before we get that which we have not may 
mean un-presidented class meetings, "absence from chapel by request," but 
the cause is worthy. Despite Max Midler's definition of language as 
the expression of ideas, it seems that '94 has found a word that is " only 
a term." That word which to the freshman represents the highest ideal, 
which to the sophomore is fraught with awesome respect, the word senior 
to wordly wise '94 is " only a term." '94's constitution at present date con- 
tains a "resolution of interpretation," to the effect that senior president 
does not mean junior president. It is, however, a comfort to know that '94 
does not claim that all words stand for ideas. Let us hope all bitter ones 
are "only terms." Now, at the close of your junior year, we hope, '94, 
that the rapids of your stream are passed, and that by peaceful waters you 
may cluster about your chosen leader as the tender saplings grow about the 
willow tree. May she be swayed by your love for her, yet be ever poised. 
When her form shall bend like the aged willow, and silver leaves shall 
crown her head, may her face be radiant still with your affection, and may 
you rest content with her celestial calling, asking not that she be clothed in 
gold and white. 


Well, we must not dwell too long on pathetic subjects. 

A senior asked a freshman what her class flower was. 

" White rose," said the freshman. 

"Any particular white rose? " 

" Why, no ; we didn't specify. Not the bridal rose, but any other." 

" Yes, well it'll always be convenient for funerals," and the senior heaved 
a sigh. 

'95 is generally considered a bright class (I pause for applause), but one 
time she showed great lack of — something. The class of '90 no doubt 
laughed in her sleeve when the discoverers from Norway, England and 
Spain could not and did not discover that their sycamore was '90's maple. 
'95 likes change, and having once changed the site of the tree to escape the 
wrath of the upperclassmen, easily changed the tree to avoid their ridicule. 

What does this little pansy say ? Oh, that's good ! This is about a dear 
little freshman, so I'll send the pansy that way. She wanted to entertain 
her friend to the best of her ability, and so, out of due respect to our Glee 
and Banjo Clubs was just about to invite him to the concert when she 
heard of " A Midsummer Night's Dream," and invited him to the Shake- 
speare play instead. (So kind of her.) Speaking about dramatics, private 
theatricals are great fun. This pansy will give you the outline of a play. 

Man approaches Waban's shore 

In a little light canoe. 
Swings a double-paddled oar; 

Never smiles or looks at you. 
Moors his craft and wanders far, 

Seeking some one out of sight. 
Stands a girl dressed like a tar, 

Gladly watches him alight. 
Quickly speeds she to the brink 

Of the lake, and boards canoe; 
Takes not long enough to think 

Whether this she'd better do. 
After paddling round and round, 

Like x restive dragon fly, 
Madly runs the craft aground, 

Terror gleaming from her eye. 
Leaps she quickly on the shore, 

Gives canoe a backward kick. 


Ah ! she does her act deplore ! 

Heaven help her catch it quick! 
Springs she on a crew boat now, 

Keeps her balance while it swings, 
Up and down from stern to bow. 

Grasps the runaway and flings 
To the shore the light canoe. 

Makes a speedy dash and lands. 
Scampers fast as squirrels do 

Up the bank of pebbly sands. 
Glancing round, we see the man 

Slowly drawing near the scene. 
Keeps as sober as he can; 

Looks as though he'd never seen 
In his life so much of fun. 

Quietly he takes his place, 
Speaking not to any one. 

Smiles now cover all his face. 
Silently he takes his track. 

Swiftly speeds the light canoe. 
One smile covers all his back 

Till the darkness hides from view. 

I must turn over my thoughts to more serious matters. I have something 
in the way of caution, yes, of suggestion and even of reproof to give to the 
freshmen. Some of you, I know, will feel very much bored, but that is the 
way in life. We all have to take our turn at being bored while our neigh- 
bors are being lectured — whether the lecturer be one of our own collegiate 
constituency or one from elsewhere. Just here let me give a general cau- 
tion which I am sure you will all recognize as right, viz., that it is just as 
not to express in the public coach on a Monday afternoon that we "suppose 
there will be another lecture to-night. What a bore ! " especially when the 
lecturer of the evening is in the coach. 

Now I give my attention to the class of '96. There seems, my dears ; 
there, there, don't cry, I'm not going to eat you up, I'm just going to address 
you as the college women I know you are. There seems, my dears, to have 
arisen among you a little misunderstanding owing to similarity of sound. 
Faculty and freshmen are words which to most people convey two distinct 
ideas, although elevator darkness sometimes admits of accidents. But these 
words have caused some complications in the library. May I request that 
from this time on the freshmen do not register books in the faculty box. A 


Piercing cry of complaint might possibly bring you a box of your own if 
such should be deemed wise. 

I seem to have mislaid a communication which I was asked to read to the 
faculty. It was of no great importance, however, but contained a few sug- 
gestions on keeping office hours. 

While I turn from one class to another, I hope the rest of you won't stop 
listening, like the junior who said the only point in the philosophy lecture 
she heard was that on self-interest. Please listen now to a freshman tale. 
It is really meant to be sung. 

A freshman stood on the hrink of a hole 

" G-ard'ner! " said she, 
" Can't you do something to shrink up this hole? 
Look at the size of the tree ! 
Too small, too small; 
'Twill never do, 
'Twill never do 
At all, at all!" 
The gardener deeply and heavily sighed. 

"Lady," said he, 
"Can't you do something, and bury your pride 
Under the roots of the tree? 
Why did I dig 
This hole for you? 
It is for you 
Too big, too big. 
" But pray now tell to the freshwomen dear, 

Pray do," said he, 
" Their tree will add to its size each year 
To a surprising degree. 

'Twill grow, 'twill grow, 
So now, say I — 
And — by and by — 
I told you so!" 
The freshman smiled and her courage arose. 

" Thank you," said she, 
"We'll rival the trysting-place every one knows, 
Planting a tupelo tree. 
O tupelo, 
Romantic tree, 
Romantic tree, 
O tupelo. 


College is considered a great place for cultivating selfishness. There are 
among us, however, people who have generous impulses. A dear freshman 
said to a senior the other day that she was so glad '93 had gained from the 
council their Senior Day, — for, said she, " Poor things ! they ought to have 
some pleasure. The faculty give receptions for their amusement, the juniors 
have a day, the sophomores show off at Float, and the freshmen have Tree- 
day.'''' I wonder, by the way, if she is the freshman who is said to patronize 
" even the Wabanites." 

Speaking of Junior Day reminds me that '94, keeping up her reputa- 
tion of wise fools, has avoided all elemental conflicts of garden parties, and 
all seductive charms of proms., at Tupelo, and has settled down to cosy little 
tea-drinkings at home. Never mind, we are glad to say that '94 is stronger 
in mind than in appetite. Perhaps you remember the stand for temperance 
taken at the launching of the Wabanannung a year ago. Only sugar and 
water splashed the prow of that gallant boat. But they received their 
reward. Their bottle broke. No reflections here »on '95's ambition for 
champagne, but just a few thoughts on the Soangetaba's launching. The ele- 
ments do not favor too rapid progress, and do not want '95 to be fast. The 
cohesion of molecules renders a champagne bottle as tough as the idea. 
When everything goes wrong, dogs are great helps in applauding. 'Tis well 
to provide rescuers, since faintness from providing strong-hearted boats with 
strong-liquored bottles may cause captains to capsize. 

In connection with captains capsizing — did you hear what a capital thing 
occurred at the time baby '97 first lisped her own name ? Little '96, feeling- 
proud of her one superior year, locked the infant up for the sake of hearing 
it cry. According to popular phrase, night-caps may be out of style, but on 
this occasion '95 took the opportunity to be unpopular with '96, and capped 
the climax. Moral — Haze jonv equals would you win glory. 

Now I'll tell you a story without a moral. 

Once on a time there were two people — only two, they seemed to think. 
One was a fair-haired princess from the West. Her throne and domain, 
although in the heart of the other one, were in full survey. She wrote 
poetry, and the other one praised it so that it became famous throughout the 
world. The other one had coal black hair and a fiery Southern heart. Now, 
although the other heart was fiery, and the one was ignitable, and the other 


was no Old-man, and the one was very Winning, they were not crushes, oh 
no, but very sensible friends. They meant to deceive nobody — and — 
nobody was deceived. Shall I throw this pansy to seniors or to freshmen? 
I think I'll throw two. 

Specials, let me, in the name of the class of '93, thank you that, rejoicing 
in the freedom your dress indicates, you have taken the liberty to make our 
Tree-day a specially festive occasion. Planting no tree to symbolize your 
growth from year to year, you have given to our college a tree of matured 
growth, to hold over our heads the flag of our national union. The grace- 
ful folds of the flag that flies in the summer wind to-day but typify the 
gracefulness of your act. As long as the stars and stripes mean aught to us, 
may Wellesley welcome you and your successors. 

Freshmen, I know you are weary of my remarks, but I am not a junior, 
and do not pretend to give briefs ; moreover, this speech was not meant for 
a daily theme, so spare your criticisms of "commonplace," "flaw in tone," 
and "poverty of thought," and let me advise you, if you are tired, to go to 
bed early, and not sit up, as some of you have done, rubbing your eyes and 
waiting for the ten o'clock bell to ring. 

'94, in bidding you farewell, let me say that it is nearly time for you to 
lay aside your gay green robes for the sombre garb of the burden-bearing 
senior. Mind you do not don the gown until you have shouldered respon- 
sibility to sustain it. 

'95, you hold triumph to-day over what you have won. '93 also has tri- 
umphs. Paraded before us they may not be, but triumphs they are. Last 
year the fact was ignored that '93 was the leader in the boating reform. 
This year '93's class spirit and interest in college athletics moved her at the 
eleventh hour to give up the crew of the old type and to compete with the 
younger classmen on a physical basis. We trust that the dress rehearsal for 
Senior Day will prove to all '92 sneerers that '93 can successfully entertain 
her friends without recourse to the suggested " Relation of the Spherical Tri- 
angle to the Inner Life." 

Good-by, '96 ; I hope you have many a play-day before you, but the hoary 
eyes and faded hair on either side will testify that college life is more than 
a game. 

I will ask the Mistress of Ceremonies to kiss '97 for me when she tucks 
her up in her cradle. 


My basket is nearly empty, — with only a few faded blossoms left for the 
nearest and dearest of all. Perhaps, '93, you have had the greater heartsease 
for the fewer thoughts. Take these, my classmates, as a parting gift, and 
find in them — 

" Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears." 

Mary Emma Dillingham, '93. 



Childben fbom out of the Evebtwhebe. 
March of the Singers. Die Meister singer.— Wagner. 

The buttercups are nodding in the meadows, 

The daisies white are waving to and fro, 
The sunshine falling softly casts strange shadows, 
Dark shadows on the path which winds below. 

The daisies white are waving to and fro, 
The path winds onward, whither none can see; 

The world is bright with springtime's golden glow;; 
The heart is filled with Nature's melody. 

The path winds onward, whither none can see, 
The shadows and the glory blur the sight. 

We enter in the dimness doubtingly. 
We lift our eyes with joy to meet the light. 

Chorus of the Coming Race. 
Children from out of the everywhere, 
We seek for a something good and fair . 

We come from out of the everywhere, 
The dreamland of childhood over there, 
Into the Real, into the Here, 
Seeking a something to make life clear. 

The shadows and the glory blur our sight, 
Our hearts beat high with wonder and surprise; 

Dimmer and dimmer grows the waning light, 
The shadows rest within our lifted eyes. 

Our hearts beat high with wonder and surprise, 
With wonder and surprise just touched with pain. 

Before us, strange, unkuown, the future lies, 
Childhood, receding, will not come again. 


Oh, wonder and surprise and wakening pain, 
Oh, shadow-darkened path which winds away, 

The shadows promise light which will not wane, 
The way of pain leads on to fuller day. 


Children fiom out of the everywhere, 
We seek for a something good and fair, 
And if on our way we meet with pain, 
Pain is but proof of a higher gain. 
We come from out of the everywhere, 
To seek, not joy, hut with earnest care, 
To find in the Real, to find in the Here, 
Even through trial a purpose clear. 

Oh, shadow-darkened pathway leading on, 
We see the sunlight lying just behind, 

Strange visions float before us and are gone, 
Strange murmurs are borne to us on the wind, 

The sunshine lies behind us still and bright, 
Before the shadows thicken one by one, 

We falter, half turn backward to the light, 
But dreams of light more radiant draw us on. 


Children from out of the everywhere, 
We seek for a something good and fair, 
A something beautiful high and pure, 
To make life richer, to make faith sure. 

Before the shadows thicken one by one, 
And one by one old pleasures fade away; 

The earnestness of life is just begun, 
All doubtingly we wait a new strange day. 

As one by one old pleasures fade away, 

Slowly new thoughts and feelings take their place, 

New purposes enrich life's melody, 
We see dim visions of the Coming Race. 

New thoughts, new feelings, and a new desire, 
New hopes just wakening in the fuller light, 

The Coming Race which, ever climbing higher, 
Will stand at last upon the mountain height. 



All the glad dat, 
All the sad day. 

Motive of the Rhine. Rhinegold. 

In its depths the mighty river 

Calmly flows towards the sea, 
On the surface sparkle ever 
Sun gleams from the great light giver, 

By the waves caught merrily. 

Chobus of the Gnomes. 
We work and we play, we work and we play, 

All the glad day, 

All the sad day, 
Seeking life's pleasures with heart's full of glee, 
Seeking life's purpose with faith, earnestly. 
We work and we play, we work and we play, 

All the glad day, 

All the sad day. 

Sometimes into a serious strain 

Of deep and solemn melody, 
A melody just touched with pain, 
There comes with rich and sudden gain, 

A note of joyous harmony. 

A note which strikes into the heart, 
And finds a gladsome echo there, 
Until they both become a part 
Of Nature's joy; and, with true art, 
Show us that life is good and fair. 

Chorus . 
We weep and we smile, we weep and we smile, 

All the glad while, 

All the sad while, 
'Mid sunshine and showers a bright hope we keep, 
For youth-time is joy-time and sorrow must sleep. 
We weep and we smile, we weep and we smile, 

AH the glad while, 

All the sad while. 

The path is steep and rugged still, 

Still grim and dark the shadows lower, 
But, life's best promise to fulfil, 
We struggle on with earnest will 

Towards heights which far above us tower. 


Wild flowers on our way we find, 

And if, perchance, they seem less rare 
Than those whose fragrance sweet the wind 
Wafts from above, yet, in their kind, 
We cherish them as passing fair. 

So gathering flowers day by day, 

Still pressing on to light above, 
New beauties greet us on the way, 
We catch sweet strains of melody, 

And learn with joy that life is love. 


We love and we pray, we love and we pray, 

All the glad day, 

All the sad day, 
Through tender love seeking our trust to make sure, 
Through earnest prayer seeking our faith to keep pure, 
We love and we pray, we love and we pray, 

All the glad day, 

All the sad day. 


On our arms the shields of Truth. 

Ride of the Valkyrs. Valkyr^ 

To reach the summit one must climb 

O'er sharpened rocks which cut the feet, 
And, with a patience true and sweet, 

Still find in struggle strength sublime, 
A strength to meet the greater need 
With higher thought and worthier deed. 

Chorus of the Valkuren. 

On our arms the shields of Truth, 
In our hearts the hopes of youth. 

The cold, dull stones o'er which we fare, 
The cruel stones which pierce our heart, 
Time will take up with skilful art, 

And fashion into jewels rare, 
Making each one a precious gem 
To set within the diadem. 


The lowering mists which blur our sight, 
The clouds which darken all our day, 
The hand of time will sweep away, 

Until we stand in deepening light, 
And, far off, see the sunset gleams 
Weave in the mists our fairest dreams. 

Children of the gods, we still press onward, 
Heeding not the shadows in our way. 

A deeper thought comes to the soul, 
And, with deep thought, a faith serene, 
Which looks not back on what has been, 

But, pressing onward to the goal, 
Finds itself ever stronger grown, 
And takes life's purpose as its own. 

Well say the sages of to-day, 

In toil we find our highest good; 

For toil still brings the nobler mood, 
Which, putting shallow thoughts away, 

Looks far below the surface sweep 

For jewels hidden in the deep. 

Through toil we pass, not on to rest, 
Best comes but to the lower mind, 
But on to work of higher kind 

Which, laboring still to find the best, 
Will gain from labor joy most sweet, 
And through work make life's round complete. 

Children of the gods, we still press onward, 
Heeding not the shadows in our way; 
On our arms the shields of Truth, 
In our hearts the hopes of youth. 
Children of the gods, we still press onward, 
Onward to the brighter, fuller day. 



Grail Motive. Parsifal. 

The path lies all behind us, and we stand 
Upon the height, and there turn to look back 
With wistful eyes o'er the familiar track 


Which we have climbed to reach this golden land. 

A golden land, in truth, where long-time dreams 

Take shape and breathe the spirit of our hope, 

A land where love has fuller, broader scope, 

And where faith grows more sure in Truth's clear beams. 

A golden land, and yet, and yet, we hold 

Within our hands wild flowers, withered, brown, 

A golden land, and yet we still look down, 

With tear-dimmed eyes, on paths we loved of old. 

Our hearts beat high with happiness, and yet, 

In consummation lingers vague regret. 

The Chorus of Life. 

Looking far backward over the past; 

Over the years which have slipped away, 
We can see the beautiful whole at last, 

The whole made perfect in memory. 

We stand upon the heights, and all around 

The soft winds breathe, the radiant sunbeams fall, 

And to each other with glad hearts we call : 

"Rejoice! Eejoice! our resting place is found." 

" Not so," we listen breathless to the word. 

" This is the first step only, not the end, 

Higher and higher still ye must ascend, 

Upward, until at last ' Well done ' is heard. 

Lift up thine eyes," commands the still small voice, 

"Lift up thine eyes to loftier heights above. 

Climb on and up until triumphant Love, 

Bending from heav'n, sayeth 'Now thou shalt rejoice, 

Rejoice and rest, for the long journey o'er, 

In Love's realms peace is thine forevermore.' " 


Looking on into the future days, 
Into the years which lie dim before, 

We trust to the wisdom of God's ways, 
And wait for life with a purpose pure. 

" Grow not dismayed, for thou, through toil, hast won 

A purpose true to help thee on thy way, 

A pure ideal, grown higher day by day, 

Which, like the star of promise, leads thee on. 

Grow not dismayed, for thou, through work, h«st won 

A foretaste of the sweet, eternal peace, 


Which cometh when at last earth's voices cease, 

When the long, weary day of life is done. 

Grow not dismayed, for, through love, thou hast gained 

An answering love from hearts which trust in thine, 

A love which makes this life in part divine, 

And the divine — life's highest dream attained. 

An earnest purpose, promised peace and love. 

Grow not dismayed, rest waits for thee above." 

Looking beyond Time's misty veil, 

Into the depths of eternity, 
Knowing, in truth, that love cannot fail, 
We wait for the glory which is to be. 

Josephine Price Simrall. 


Fbiends op Ninety-three and Fellow-students : 

Like all true and skilful players of the noble and gentle game of tennis, 
we are glad to come together with you, almost at the end of the tournament 
of this year, to see how the score which we have kept of the games compares 
with yours, and to show you what symbols are an inspiration to us, and 
what the colors are under which we strive. 

When we entered the lists last fall we found our court carefully and dis- 
tinctly marked out for us, not with white, but with red tape. The line was 
of goodly breadth, tightly stretched, and it caused the unwary to stumble. 
Inside this boundary we looked about us, and noticed that some of the other 
courts were hard-worn, but ours was fresh and fair. Now, however, we note 
with anxiety that ours, too, has lost some of its primitive beauty, and is 
becoming somewhat worn, especially about the spot from which we have 
served, — a place commonly known as Domestic Hall. After we had taken 
our places we made for ourselves the best racket we could, for Ninety-five 
would not help us, but kept as quiet as an uprooted class-tree on a twice- 
told Tree-day. Nevertheless, we gained some points. First, we were sorry 
not to allow you, Ninety-five, to behold the quiet dignity of our first class- 
meeting. No doubt the sight was invaluable ; but the little window above 
the door of Elocution Hall is meant for purposes of ventilation only. We 
remember another time when we expected a right good game with Ninety- 


five with balls of old Boreas' make; but alas, — so well did they know 
wherein lay the better part of their valor, that "all bloodless lay th'untrod- 
den snow" that winter's day, and the campus by the East Door has needed 
no new sod this spring. We have not given up hopes of having it sometime, 
however. We are going to wait a year, so that Ninety-five may have time 
to think the matter over. They usually try to correct their mistakes if you 
only give them time enough. Ninety-six, for her part, is always "ready" 
when the order comes to "play." (A schedule of only thirteen periods a 
week and, once in a long time, a theme, has obviously been planned for 
playing.) Not long since, the new rules for the game gave our side the 
vantage and showed us the prize for which we might all compete, — that 
high, mysterious thing which bears the letters B. A. Our noble opponent 
in the opposite court, however, after cousiderable difficulty, gained a similar 
vantage, so the score is " deuced." Counting up thus, all the points seem 
to us quite clear, unless, possibly, the score of the game we played last mid- 
year. Then it seems a little confused ; for, though we are sure that we 
gained many points, we have a feeling that we lost something (or some one) 
at the same time. Still, soon after those weary days we recovered ourselves, 
and then we chose our crest and the pennant under which we play. 

Just here let me say that for your benefit, Ninety-seven (for it is hardly 
to be expected that you can grasp this all at once), for your benefit, then, a 
a notice of the following will be posted on the elevator bulletin board, and 
will be left there during one entire descent of the machine from the fifth 
floor ; so that even you will have time for an exhaustive study of it. But 
to resume. 

When Ninety-six first took her vow of love and loyalty to our " College 
Beautiful," she determined to show her faith by her works ; and accordingly 
she chose her tree from the loveliest spot in Wellesley — from Tupelo. The 
encyclopedia says that the tupelo tree originated in North America; but 
we know more than the encyclopedia, for we know the exact Point whence 
it came. Our colors are white and crimson. Do you remember how the 
sun rises over the snow? Then you know the very shades we have chosen. 
Do you think of the one flower which could lie against the snow and yet be 
peerless ? It is the white rose which we have made ours ; and the meaning 
of the stainless rose and the white and crimson over the snow, is, by our 
interpretation, " Be your ain' sel'." Joanna Stoddard Parker. 



Hear ye ! hear ye ! hear ye ! Greetings from the class of '95 to the class 
■of '96. 'Tis the will of our most gracious sovereign that I extend to you 
the congratulations and advice of her nohle people. 

Indeed, we do sincerely congratulate you upon the arrival of this occasion* 
For to-day an opportunity is given you to bring out whatever wit, ingenuity 
and energy there may be hidden so long and well among your ranks. The 
fact that for many, many months you have been a quiet and uninteresting 
body is no sign nor cosine that you have no latent power. Hence, our little 
folks, we are waiting eagerly to see if there be among you any spirit, any 
energy, any wit. Our beloved queen and her devoted people wish you all 
possible success with this your Freshman Tree-day, reminding you that 
to-day you must show whether you are " to be or not to be " equal to '95. 
Would that you could win something like the renown which will ever fol- 
low '95 for the far-famed and glorious rites with which yonder proud syca- 
more was consecrated ! 

And now I am to advise you. What a thankless task before me ! Yet a 
'95 was never known to shrink nor waver before unpleasant duty, so I begin 
at once. Begin, yes ; but end, "Aye, there's the rub." For this is a broad 
and comprehensive subject. And then, unlike some classes which I could 
mention, it is not '95's character to boast and dictate. It has been her cus- 
tom to practice and let who will preach. Therefore, with inexperience as 
well as with reluctance, I undertake this difficult task. I will not burden 
your minds with many admonitions, but will sum up my counsel in these 
few words of exhortation : "Be careful to live up to your best knowledge. 
Slight no opportunities. Do much, for much will be expected of you, as 
ye have us for an ensample." Follow us, and you too will be successful. 
Victory after victory have we won. Do you wonder we appear triumphal 
to-day? Listen to our proud story. 

' It was far back in the beginning of our history that we triumphed over 
'94 and convinced her of our ability to "paddle our own canoe," if not to 
padlock a door. Cold water is very persuasive. After this physical test 
came another and graver conflict. Our mental strength was tried in the 
balances and not found wanting. Then it was that with a little grinding 
and groaning of the machinery the standard of our College Beautiful was 


raised to its present lofty height. Long had our wise instructors waited for 
a class able to do this. We stood the test, or rather the examinations, and 
are proud now of that triumph. 

Who, think you, started this interest in scientific rowing on Waban's 
water? Don't forget to be thankful to '95 for this inheritance. She was 
the originator, the pioneer, who paved the way for you. She preserves her 
fundamental position now, and never relaxes. She advances and double 
advances, but never retreats. '94 has truly only half a shell. But '95 does 
nothing by halves. Just look for one moment at the Soangetaha. '94 is 
always just five feet behind. 

But do not think '95 is notable only for her athletic achievements. Turn 
to a proof of her interest in the intellectual pursuits of the college. What 
greater proof could you have than her gaining the new curriculum, which 
marks an epoch in the college history. With '94 disappears the old, worn- 
out and narrow course, while '95 has the honor of ushering in the new and 
beautiful regime. Do you wonder we triumph? Not thoughtlessly, not 
impulsively, not ignorantly, do we enter this broad and noble course. We 
considered carefully, argued long and deeply, and petitioned reverentially. 
Our faculty friends, begging '94's pardon, did not consider us presuming, 
but appreciated our needs and granted our requests. Nay, more, our grand 
and good college president congratulated us upon our success and wished us 

And now a word about your history. Being unable to remember any- 
thing that you had done, I went to the records to refresh my memory. 
Alas ! nothing but blank pages met my eyes. The ink was dried in the 
bottle. The keeper of the records had fallen asleep. A monstrous spider 
crawling over the pages was the only thing which expressed life. You will 
agree with me that your life here has been uneventful. To be sure, you 
were for an unprecedented number of months an ignorant, confused band 
with no leader. What wonder, then, that you knew not which way to turn, 
and that in your perplexity hosts of you took the path leading homeward 
during that dreadful mid-year period. Before that time you numbered two 
hundred or more, but now you are only Ninety-six. 

I rejoice to find that you have a faint, flickering spark of interest in ath- 
letics. Do not be discouraged because every champion you sent into the 


tennis field was quickly vanquished by a sturdy sophomore ; try it again, you 
may win in time. We admire your pluck in arraying yourselves to-day in 
your trophies of defeat. 

Do not let your zeal for athletics carry you too far. For freshmen to 
haze freshmen is a most unprecedented act. What induced you to treat 
your little sister '97 in that way? Your motive, I confess, appears very 
hazy. Why did you not follow '95's example and bury that relic of barbar- 
ism ? You be sure that had it been lawful, '95 would have properly chas- 
tised you. When you get older and wiser you will see these things 
as we do. 

I hope I have not wounded or angered any by bringing up the past in 
this way. Fortunately, as you sign yom-selves " nemo," I shall have nemo 
for an enemy. If any are hurt I would remind you that you have plenty of 
Pond's extract, furnished by the class of '95, which is a sure cure for sores 
and wounds. 

With these words I give you this spade. Look how well it has been kept 
while in our possession. With reluctance we place it in your ignorant and 
inexperienced hands. Yet we have confidence in you, we trust you. See 
to it that you prove worthy of this trust and become a pride to your fellow 
classes and an honor to your Alma Mater. 

Alice Windsor Hunt. 


Half-joyful, half-sad is to-day for you, '95, as the half-mourning colors of 
your costumes indicate. The clays of your monopoly of Tree-day exercises 
are over. The time has come for you to part with this spade which has 
done double duty for you this year. It comes now to '96, no matter how 
reluctantly you may part with it, for '95 must take to heart the lesson 
which college classes, as well as nations, must learn, — that whatever good 
was the possession of the dead Past must be handed down to the living 

'95 and '96 represent to-day two civilizations, ancient and modern, the 
civilization of Rome, the civilization of the present time. The parts have 
been jvell "assigned, for '96 is here to receive a traditionary gift from '95 as 


from an age gone by, whose virtues it possesses and surpasses, whose vices 
it scorns to imitate. 

'96 assumes no character for the moment, dresses in no " brief authority," 
but appears as her "ain sel'," a type of to-day, in her modest, conventional 
tennis dress. '95 has a role to fill, and it is amazing how well she succeeds. 
How fitting an accompaniment is the gaudy coloring and barbaric display 
of your ranks to the undignified self-praise, blatant boasting, to which your 
herald has given expression. We trust it was only for the sake of preserv- 
ing perfect harmony in representation that you suffered this boastful spirit 
of old times so to display itself, and, furthermore, we hope that this is also 
the reason why you have brought from their resting-place those old, old tra- 
ditions of the sophomore's superiority to the freshman, etc., etc., traditions 
which should be laid on the shelf with other curios illustrating the manners 
and customs of the ancients. For this time-worn and (pardon me) rather 
flavorless method of creating an amused pity for freshmen is indeed a relic 
of bygone times, and has little piquancy in this age of admiration for honest 
worth— eh, '96? 

Now that you have kindly opened our eyes to your own value, we see that 
you are an exceptional class. We admit that, coming as you do, between 
the fresh sweetness of '96 and the brilliancy of '94, the " twinkle, twinkle " 
of your little star has not hitherto greatly dazzled us. But if, compared 
with '94, you have seemed to lack attractiveness, we know that following in 
their footsteps, you have gone to greater lengths in a good course. In fact, 
in one pointed instance you are five feet or so ahead. 

Still, " things are not always what they seem." You know that some- 
times even trees " play 'possum," and that among the ignorant peoples who 
settled America (last year, I believe), the plebeian maple got the devout 
veneration intended for the aristocratic sycamore. 

It is rather below us to reply to the groundless innuendoes which you 
have greeted us with. Let '96 in her tennis costume suggest to you a new 
reading of the relations of the four college classes in general. We consider 
ourselves participants in a friendly game, in which victory depends not only 
on muscle [though those "elegant stretchings " have given us plenty of that], 
but on quick and active brains, in the possession of which nothing can shake 
our belief. Are we not fresh from higher algebra? Is not that proof 


Speaking of Math, brings to my mind a comparison for '96. Why not 
•call '96 the last " factorial " in the series of classes whose names I see writ- 
ten here on this historic spade ? You have not forgotten what a " factorial ' 
is, I trust? " Some of you look rather unintelligent, — simply on this point, 
of course. No, you could not forget. You may have forgotten your maps 
of Abraham's wanderings and of the location of the tribes, but your Math. 
formulae, never ! You will see the point, then, when I say that '96 is the 
last and highest "factorial" so far written in the series of Wellesley's 
classes ; besides a new intrinsic value of her own, she unites in herself all 
■the valuable qualities of the classes who have preceded her. 

'96, then, gives you thanks for the good which you have handed down to 
her. To be sure, there are some over-bold souls among us who have 
mourned the non-hazing spirit which you have shown. They came to col 
lege with very picturesque notions of these — eh — second year articles, and 
hoped to show their mettle in various and sundry contests with these terri- 
ble sophomores. 

To such benighted ones we would say : Gaze upon the classes above you- 
Mark the brutalizing effect of hazing, and be thankful that you have es- 
caped. So we would counsel you ; yet in the presence of a few near and dear 
ones, we would fain confess that had such conflicts taken place, there would 
have been more material to work with upon this occasion, and we might 
not have chosen to assume this rather uncomfortable position of unbending 
rectitude, although we know that it is becoming. 

In the bushels of chaff given us to-day, there were a few grains of com- 
mendation. [For what we have received we are duly thankful.] Although 
the words of praise were few, they show your kindly spirit toward us, and 
that the trials of your freshman year are still vivid enough to you to make you 
"wondrous kind" to us. The lavender and the white, the white and the 
crimson have much in common. In the times which you represent, the 
white banner of truth was as much the standard of the noble, as it is to-day. 
Let the white, then, be combined with whatever color, the white and the lav- 
ender, the crimson and the white, will always float together under the 
Wellesley blue. 

Lucy Jane Freeman. 



FLOAT may not be, among Wellesley students, the most popular of 
Wellesley's festivals, but certainly to the outside world it represents, 
the red-letter day of the College Beautiful — if such an expression may be 
appropriately used of an evening celebration. It is the one day on which 
every student may invite her friends without let or hindrance, and the 
yearly-increasing crowds who attend show how highly the invitations are 
prized. And as the numbers of visitors increase, running well up into the 
thousands, the sight they come to see increases in attractiveness. Half the 
undergraduates remember when the heavy, clumsy crew-boats, nearly half 
as broad as they are long, were the only boats used for the occasion, and the 
charms of Float consisted solely of the pretty crew suits and the college 
songs. Now, all that is changed. Scarcely a year and a half since, Ninet} r -four 
broke the ice by seriously proposing to have a boat instead of a tub, a boat in 
which speed really might be achieved, and in which rowing need not degen- 
erate into a mere display of fancy strokes. There were difficulties in the 
way, but difficulties exist only to be overcome and when at last they were 
surmounted, when an answer had been found for every adverse argument, 
when it was finally conceded that as a general thing speed is an advantage 
in a boat and that college girls might perhaps be trusted to sit in single 
seats without falling out — when, in short, the Wabanannung was an assured 
fact, then, although we did not know it, the battle had been won and boat- 
ing at Wellesley placed upon a different footing. The enthusiasm 
with which Ninety-three, Ninety-five and the Specials took up the idea 
proved that the times were ripe for reform, and no one who witnessed our 
last Float could fail to see what a change has already been accomplished. 
Ninety-four's zeal, it must be admitted, scarcely seems to have kept its row- 
ing up to a standard commensurate with the make of its boat, but no such 
charge can be brought against the other classes, and the long, slender boats, 
the scientific stroke and excellent rowing displayed at our last Float would 
do credit to a college in which the science of boating is of much longer 
standing than in ours. 

The swift success which has attended the efforts at improvement in this 
direction leads one to question why something of the same kind could not 
be done for our other athletic sports. Why is it that boating has taken 


such a vigorous stride forward while our other associations for open air 
exercises either die an early death or linger along in a languid, anaemic con- 
dition ? Is it not because we have no such incentive to well-doing in them 
as in rowing ? We come back to college every fall with the best intentions. 
We believe that outdoor amusements are as valuable, as necessary, as our 
regular work and we propose to devote a fair share of our time to them, 
but alas, for our good resolutions. We are busy to-day, and if we put off 
our game of tennis, or the walk, or the bicycle ride we had planned, what 
harm will it do? We can be out longer to-morrow. But to-morrow again 
brings its urgent reason for postponement, and so we find ourselves back in 
the old way, which we had meant to improve so much. Very different is it 
with the members of the crews. It is an honor to belong to them, and every 
girl understands that it is a distinction which she must work to deserve. 
Friendly rivalry with the other crews and the knowledge that the reputa 
tion of their own particular class must stand or fall by their performance on 
Float Night are the motives which animate our rowers and make 
them practice steadily, systematically, seriously. It is the lack of some 
such incentives which makes our other athletics languish. Just how this 
stimulus is to be supplied for them it is hard to see, but whoever succeeds 
in solving this problem will have done more toward securing the physical, 
and therefore the mental, development of Wellesley students than has been 
done for years past. " To every lock there is a key ; " who will find the 
key for this ? 

ONE gets the impression, particularly if one is a humble-minded freshman, 
that we think a great deal of our seniors here at Wellesley. But, after 
all, when one comes to consider the matter, our seniors are not treated as well 
as they might be ; the pale cheeks and heavy eyes which one sees beneath 
most of the caps in our corridors just before Commencement make one feel 
that perhaps the state of a senior is not such a very happy one. Just ask 
one of them — if you can get her to stop long enough to speak to you — 
what is the matter, and you will hear something like this : " An examination 
to-morrow, three final papers to finish, class supper to prepare for, Senior 


Day rehearsals, society meetings, and forty other things ! " and away she 
rushes, with her gown fluttering behind her. 

The society duties, and Senior Day, and all the endless rehearsals, and 
guests, and such things, must inevitably come with the close of the senior 
year ; but they could be managed very well, were it not for the three or four 
papers that burden almost every member of the graduating class almost up 
to the day she receives her degree ; and here the college might help her. 

At other colleges the seniors enjoy themselves in these weeks, while our 
girls are straining every nerve to reach the goal at the end of the long race. 
It is no wonder that most of them go home tired out mentally and physi- 
cally. The thing that makes the difference is senior vacation, two weeks of 
free time in which to write final papers. We all realize how difficult it is to 
write a paper unless one has consecutive time to do it in, and one or two 
Mondays do not suffice for a thesis. A girl must, therefore, write a page 
now, half a page then, and so gradually patch together a paper, which could 
have been written in less time and with far more satisfactory results, if she 
had only been able to give it uninterrupted thought. Many of the depart- 
ments have begun to realize how much better such work would be, and have 
given a kind of little private vacation of their own when final papers were 
required ; but to be excused from recitation in one subject is of little avail 
when there are other appointments. There should be freedom from all college 
duties, not excepting domestic work, which is more burdensome than ever 
at this busy time. 

Such an arrangement would undoubtedly result in superior work from 
the seniors, and, what is even more to be considered, it would relieve the 
nervous strain, which is so often disastrous to a constitution already worn 
out by a year of hard work. Commencement Day would not show so many 
languid figures and colorless cheeks as it now does, if we had a senior 

We recognize the difficulties in the way of having such a vacation at 
Wellesley as things are at present. A girl who leaves some required lower 
course until her senior year must of necessity take the work with the lower 
classes and under the same conditions. But under the new curriculum it is 
probable that a senior will be doing advanced work in all her studies, and 
it will be an easier matter to arrange to have regular work end two weeks 
before the final examinations. 


But, even if it be a difficult matter to arrange, a senior vacation seems 
almost a necessity when one looks at the tired, nervous girls who are to go 
out into the world as the product of four years of college training. The 
reputation of the college, her high standard of scholarship, the health of 
hundreds of students, demand it. 

The seniors are not the only ones who feel strongly on the subject of 
vacations and no vacations : there is not a girl in college who wants to 
return on the sixth of next September, as " the powers " have decreed that 
we must. Wellesley has the reputation of accomplishing much work, but 
she gains it at the sacrifice of health and pleasure. Ten weeks' vacation 
after the hard year's work is not enough to restore most girls to perfect 
vigor, particularly when the work is recommenced at the hottest part of the 
summer, when the July heat and the August haze seem to unite to make life 
a burden. We could begin with far more energy and keep up the work 
with more steadiness if we began our college year two or three weeks later, 
as most other colleges do. Two or three weeks make a vast difference in 
the tan on one's cheeks and the strength of one's muscles, a difference that 
would tell all the year in the work ; and the result would be less worrying, 
less nervousness and more real concentration and thoroughness in our studies. 

The Editorial Board is not in a pessimistic frame of mind, as one might 
infer from these remarks, but we take an active personal interest in these 
questions. We must next year suffer from both the short summer vacation 
and the lack of a senior vacation unless some relief be gained forthwith, and 
therefore from selfish,"as well as public reasons, we raise our lament. 



Wellesley students are so generally in favor of voluntary chapel that it seems 
hardly necessary to state arguments for it. However, since the subject has been 
brought up, I should like to remind those who are interested of some old reasons 
why, and so keep the ball rolling until some one who is abler brings what we 
want to pass. 

In the first place, the students who go to chapel in the right spirit would go 


even if not compelled to, so what is the use ot making them go? And, in the 
second place, those who go because they have to only study or whisper, or let 
their minds go wandering way off somewhere, so what is the use of making them 
go? It may be said that there ought not to be such girls, and I think so too, but 
the fact remains that there are. And can we really blame people for doing these 
things when their views and beliefs are entirely different from ours, though, per- 
haps, just as honest, and who only conform to our services because they must? 

I have heard it said that the chief good in compulsory chapel is that it brings 
the college together in the morning. We can see plainly that there are advan- 
tages in this, but why must it be for a religious service? Why may not the col- 
lege assemble for the announcements, and only those who wish stay for the 
-services which follow ? 

The only reason I can find for requiring attendance at religious services is that 
our good Puritan ancestors did so, and we like to follow their example. We 
do not like changes and renovations. It is a wonder to me that we have done 
away with the tithing man. Why isn't it as important that people should keep 
awake during services as that they should attend them at all? To be sure, I am 
reminded of the tithing man every time I see a section book, but I do not under- 
stand why it would not conform better to our present system if we had some one 
to gently tap the drowsy or inattentive on the head with a pole. 

I believe that good never came of forcing religious matters upon people, espe- 
cially upon people who study and think. I am sure that religion is too great a 
thing to need the assistance of rules and regulations to further its advancement, 
and I think it is wrong that people should go through with religious forms with 
their minds on other things. 

No doubt our chapel attendance would be smaller if we were not required to 
go, and if the good done is measured by the number of chairs filled I should by 
all means stand in favor of the present system. I think, however, that an empty 
chair is as susceptible to good influences as a hurried, impatient girl, who has 
gone to chapel to save excuse blanks ; and though I consider our chapel exercises 
pleasant and restful, on the whole, I look forward to the time when we shall be 
as free in chapel attendance as our college is broad in other matters. 

Winifred Watsox, '96. 


At this time when we are all more or less looking back upon the events of the 
year that is so nearly spent, and many of us are considering what are the influ- 


ences that have been working for good, and what for evil, I wish to bring up 
before the readers of the Magazine one of the tendencies of our life this year, the 
influence of which is far from beneficial. I shall begin by stating the fact: 
there has been more talking in the library this year than there has been for the 
past three years, — farther back than that I cannot go. We have not had a phono- 
graph, by means of which we could take a quantitative measurement of the 
amount of talking, but the proof of the fact lies in the evidence of our own senses, 
and the cause lies, I think, in two things : indifference and ignorance, and the 
second is the outcome of the first. 

Conversation in the Library is due to indifference on the part of upperclassmen, 
to ignorance on the part of under. The exodus from under to upper classes is 
regarded as a sort of exodus from the restraint of all college rules, and the upper 
class girl considers it her prerogative to do pretty much as she pleases; the under- 
classmen, the newer members of the college, naturally turn to those who have 
been here longer for an example in such matters, and regard talking in the Li- 
brary as the right and proper thing. This may not be the cause in all cases, it 
may not be so in the majority, but whatever the cause the fact remains the same. 
The Library, instead of being the refuge for the student who wishes to do her 
hardest thinking and most scholarly work, has become the place where one goes 
to meet one's friends, the general trysting-place for conversation, discussion, ar- 
gument, and the earnest student finds her mind becoming distracted, her thoughts 
wandering, in the babble of words about her. 

We admit that in a college library, where every one there knows every one 
else, where many of us are looking up the same subject and using the same books, 
■a cei'tain amount of conversation is both necessary and helpful, but we cannot 
admit the necessity or helpfulness of talking aloud or in an audible whisper, or 
across the table, or calling from one of the open windows to a friend walking 
across the campus. 

It is true, too, that we work under a disadvantage in our Library, from the fact 
that the doors are always open upon one of the most frequented thoroughfares of 
the building. Since this difficulty cannot be obviated by keeping the doors closed 
or having spring doors, on account of the steps and danger of collision, it de- 
volves upon those who are wont to gather around the Library door to show some- 
thing of the spirit of consideration and common courtesy for those inside. 

I do not claim to speak from the standpoint of the " earnest student." I should 
have to plead guilty to many of the charges above mentioned, but I do speak as 
one who sees that, at the rate at which things are going now, all that will be 


necessary, within a short time, is the paraphernalia for serving chocolate and 
wafers for making the Library the scene of the the most popular and sociable 
" afternoon teas " in the records of society. And I think we must all see that 
co-operation of the students among themselves and with the librarian is the only 
means of a reform movement which will give next year the scholarly atmosphere 
which the Wellesley College Library ought to have. 

Elizabeth Bartholomew, '94. 


We wish to assure our readers before we go further, or rather before we go at 
all, that we consider Wellesley girls to be almost as near the heights of perfec- 
tion as it is possible for any one to be and still remain on this mundane sphere. 

But, my dears, in order that you may be a little nearer the heights, we wish to 
draw your attention, which is always easily done, to a few minor matters which 
we have noticed of late. 

We had an idea a few days ago. Perhaps we should explain here that it is 
very seldom we do have an idea, that is why we always speak of such an occur- 
rence with a certain note of pride in our musical, Patti-like voice. But to return 
to this idea ; as we were saying, we had an idea a few days ago. It struck us 
with considerable force ; in fact, with such force, that we sat down and pondered. 
We finally came to the conclusion that the poet was right — he isn't very often, 
you know — when he said: 

"Alas! there always came a day 
When I found that my dol's feet were clay." 

For the conclusion to which we were forced was that the Wellesley girls were 
not, as we had in our innocent credulity hitherto supposed, resting peacefully 
and complacently on these heights of perfection to which we have just referred. 
The fault which we found to be the most colossal, glaring fault was this, that you 
are exceedingly thoughtless of the comfort of others. You would not have thought 
it, indeed, we could scarcely believe it, but we had it on very good authority, 
that seventy-five girls had to wait one evening for two hours in order to get a 
quorum, and only ten more girls were needed to form that quorum. Ah, they 
did not sing that night, " Where are the nine ? " but " Where are the ten, where ?' 
Furthermore, we have known of committee meetings where all the girls but one 
had to wait, perhaps half an hour, for the other one to arrive. Oh yes, dear 
child, this late one came eventually, and she came smiling and amiable. It was 
well that she did, for she was compelled to do the smiling for the whole commit- 
ee that evening. 


We came to Wellesley to attend the Float, and we anticipated a most glorious 
time. We had a very good time, but it would have been vastly more satisfactory 
had not the three young ladies and their respective guests, who were just in front 
of us, insisted on standing all the evening. You see, don't you, that you can- 
not always see through Wellesley girls. (That sentence looks contradictory, but 
it isn't.) They are too complex, too deep, to be fathomed at a glance; further- 
more, they make friends with people like themselves. So when there are six of 
these not-able-to-be-seen-through people standing just in front of you, it spoils 
your view. We could not see the boats or the fireworks, and we felt that we 
would rather float around some other place just then. Have we made ourselves 
clear ? 

Another place, my young friends, where you show your thoughtlessness is at 
the concert. 

Do you know that, at the last concert which we attended at Wellesley, we sat 
near the door of the gallery ? Probably you did not know it. In fact, it did not 
create the excitement which might have been expected. However, be that is it 
may, we sat near the door. 

Now there were two maidens who sat just outside the door, which, of course, 
was kept open. No, they were not alone, they had two guests. They talked, 
we repeat it, they talked. They laughed aloud, we would repeat that also if we 
thought it would add to its force. In short, they made themselves obnoxious to 
those of us who were trying to enjoy the concert. We supposed they enjoyed, 
not the concert, but themselves. We do hope that they felt the black looks which 
we cast anon — or oftener — upon them. All the dark, lowering looks which we 
had treasured up from our innocent childhood, were thrown, literally thrown, at 
these people ; but it took just one hour filled with such looks to make them 
realize they were in the slightest degree annoying. Of course, not many of you 
are so hardened in your evil ways as were these people, yet they were Wellesley 

And, children, there is another thoughtless way you have. You are unduly 
familiar with each other. You are too ready to adopt a nickname which, per- 
haps, a girl's intimate friends have given her, and which she does not care to 
hear used by every one. This idea may never have entered your young heads, 
but it has frequently entered ours, that people will permit their intimate friends to 
call them by names which would be very distasteful to them indeed if used by 
any and every one. 

In the same connection, you are not respectful to each other. If a girl among 


you is so unfortunate as to get the reputation of being cute, as you call it, she may 
always expect to be chucked under the chin, or to be pulled by the hair, or to be 
addressed by some undignified nickname, or, in short, to be treated as a child. 
Please think of this. 

Finally — oh, do not think for a moment that I have exhausted the subject of 
your thoughtlessness — in reality, I have only begun, but my time and space are 
both limited. 

Finally — as we said — we stood on the north porch of the main building not 
many days ago. The barge came rattling up with its usual reckless speed, but 
by a great effort the courageous driver finally stopped the fiery steeds. The girls 
began to flock out of the building. They filled the barge — indeed, many girls 
were compelled to. stand. The driver had just called "All aboard," when one of 
the girls came out with her mother, a frail, elderly woman, with beautiful white 
hair. Her daughter said good-by to her, and helped her into the barge, where — 
she stood. Several of the faculty also had to stand, but that, of course, is a com- 
mon occurrence. Girls, many of you who are young and strong, were seated in 
that barge. We watched the barge as it rattled away, until a curve in the road 
hid it from our view. So far as we could see, some girl's white-haired mother 

Is it saying too little to say that you — we — are thoughtless? 


Fraulein Maria Michelson, in Gottingen, Germany, a cultured lady and experi 
enced teacher, offers a home to American ladies intending to study German and 
to attend lectures in the Annex of Gcettingen University. Price of board, $6 per 
week. References given by Prof. Carla Wenckebach, Wellesley College, 
Wellesley, Mass. 


Coffege (Ttofes. 

On Monday evening, May 15, a complimentary concert was given to the Welles- 
ley students by Mrs. E. Humphrey-Allen and Mrs. Alarie Stone. Selections 
from Gounod, Haydn, Thomas, Dvorak, Lidgey, Cowen, Bohm,Wickede, Martin, 
Roeder and Saint-Saens were charmingly rendered. 

The sophomores held their class social the afternoon of May 15, on the campus. 
Some of the faculty and a select number of fellow-students witnessed their bur- 
lesque of last year's Tree-day. The affair was a great success. The occasion 
was the correction of '95's botanical blunder. 

Miss L. Gertrude Angell has been elected '94's senior president. 

During the week, May 15—22, Dr. Webster and Prof. Hayes went to Chicago 
for the purpose of attending the International Congress of Women, which was 
then convening at the World's Fair. Prof. Hayes spoke on " Dress Reform." 
Dr. Webster spoke on "America's Debt to Zurich," and also took part in the dis- 
cussion which followed. 

On Saturday, May 27, at 4 p. m., in the chapel, Prof. Hayes gave an interesting 
account of the Women's Congress at Chicago. 

The students of first year German gave the play " Aschenbrodel," on Saturday 
evening, May 20, in the gymnasium. The dramates personse were : The Prince, 
Miss Grace Caldwell, '95 ; Cinderella, Miss Dorothy Allen, '96 ; the sisters, Trude 
and Trine, Miss Frances Hildreth, '95, and Miss Florence Forbes, '95 ; the herald, 
Miss Elizabeth Snyder, '96 ; the step-mother, Miss Grace Perkins, '94. Miss 
Alice Hunt, '95, was stage manager. 

On Sunday evening, May 21, Miss Price, secretary of the Young Women's 
Christian Association, spoke in chapel concerning "The Northfield Conferences 
for '93." 

Dr. Langdon, formerly Minister to Italy, who has traveled in that country 
extensively and is personally acquainted with many of the political leaders there, 
lectured on Tuesday, May 23, before the class in modern history. 

The seniors held a Vesper Service in Stone Hall Parlor, Sunday evening, 
May 21. 


On the afternoon of May 24, Mr. George MacNeil and Mr. O'Sullivan ad- 
dressed the class in political economy on " Trades Unions." Mr. MacNeil is a 
pioneer in the Trades Unions movement, and Mr. O'Sullivan is labor editor of 
the Boston "Globe." 

On the evening of May 24, Mr. John Burroughs gave an interesting account oi 
some of the birds about his own home. The next day the members of the bird- 
class took an early morning walk with Mr. Burroughs and tried to see the birds 
through his eyes. They were helped to identify many by their notes, or by their 
appearance, and became very enthusiastic over the songsters of our grounds. 

On May 24, Prof. Katherine Lee Bates, as chaperone, accompanied a party of 
Wellesley Magazine representatives to the New Inter-Collegiate Press Associ- 
ation Banquet at Worcester, Mass. The ladies attended the Amherst Glee and 
Banjo Club concert in the evening, after which a business meeting of the associa- 
tion was held in the parlor of the Bay Street Hotel. The assembled guests then 
adjourned to the dining-room, where the banquet was in order. Miss Helen 
Bennett, one of the representatives, responded in a very pleasing manner to the 
Wellesley Toast of " College Aquatics." 

During the weeks, May 15 to June 2, Miss Sarah Hickenlooper, formerly a 
member of '94 ; Miss Elizabeth Kellogg, '93; Miss Bessie Blakeslie, '91; Miss 
Mary Colby, formerly of '95 ; Miss Sue Taylor, '91 ; Miss Fannie Woodford, '92 ; 
Miss Kate Tyler, '92; and Miss Annie Coulter, '92, have visited the college. 

The concert of the Wellesley Glee and Banjo Clubs, on Monday evening, May 
29, was an unusually enjoyable one. " College Bells," sung by Miss Wilcox and 
the club, won great applause. 

Prof. Charles A. Brown of Newton lectured before the sophomore Bible classes 
on May 30. His subject was, " The Canon of the Old Testament." 

On Tuesday, May 30, Prof. Curtis of Boston University addressed the senior 
Bible classes on " Modern Studies of the Life of Christ." 

" The College Girl in Temperance Reform" was Mrs. Boole's subject for the 
Thursday evening meeting of the Christian Association, June 1. 

On Thursday evening, June 1, Prof. Sarah A. Emerson gave a stereopticon 
lecture on "Palestine" before the freshman and sophomore Bible classes. 

Miss Hill's new boat was awarded to the '93 crew for Float Day. 



On Saturday evening, May 6, the Specials held their social in Elocution Hall. 
Their history, given by Miss Grace Johnson and Miss Preston, was in the form 
of a play, the interest centering around a Wellesley educational exhibit at Chi- 

On Monday evening, May 22, a Temperance Debate was given by the Juniors 
on the question, "Is the Norwegian System a Practicable Method of Meeting the 
Evils of Intemperance?" The affirmative was taken by Miss Buffington and 
Miss Benson, while Miss Field and Miss Bixby supported the negative. An 
open debate followed in which a number participated. 

On Tuesday evening, May 30, near the woods by Longfellow's Pond, " A Mid- 
summer Night's Dream " was presented by the Shakespeare Society, to a large 
and enthusiastic audience. The actors so entered into the spirit of their several 
parts as to make each incident a vivid reality. In the passion of the love-scenes, 
the grotesqueness of Bottom and his comrades, and the exquisite delicacy of Puck, 
was displayed a great variety of talent. The scene, with graceful figures in soft 
colors against a background of dark woods, and all in a faint radiance of reflected 
light, was one long to be remembered. 

Cast of Characters. 

Theseus Annie Tomlinson. 

Egeus Phebe Campbell. 

Lysander . . . . . . Frances Lucas. 

Demetrius Elizabeth White. 

Philostrate Constance Emerson. 

Quince . . . . . . . Julia Reid. 

Snug Mabel Shuttleworth. 

Bottom Caroline Newman. 

Flute Alice Hamlin. 

Snout Katherine Lord. 

Starveling . . . . . . . Helen Stahr. 

Hippolyta Mildred Feeny. 

Hermia . Grace Miller. 

Helena Caroline Randolph 

Oberon Mabel Wells. 

Titania Sarah Capps. 

Puck . . Florence Converse. 

Pease-blossom Grace Weymouth. 

Cobweb Adeline Bonney. 

Moth Alice Hunt. 

Mustard-seed Millicent Peirce. 

Attendants on Theseus and Hippolyta. 
Scene : A wood near Athens. 



Brightest of weather was secured by '93 for her Tree-day. The sun himself 
was so personally interested that he positively refused to retire behind the clouds, 
and his warm rays rendered the shade of spreading branches most agreeable to 
the expectant guests gathered before the north door at the hour of two. 

The strains of the " Star Spangled Banner," floating sweetly on the breeze, 
heralded the members of the Special Organization, each a white-robed goddess 
of liberty, crowned with her country's flag. 

No sooner had the music ceased than a less melodious horn was heard, its 
shrill blasts frequently repeated. Forth, in all their pride, marched Roman con- 
querors, bearing aloft their sovereign in her car of state, and dragging the numer- 
ous trophies '95 has captured in her triumphant college course. Lavender and 
white were the victors' robes, and upon each shield was brilliantly emblazoned 
the words " Ich Dien." 

Lo, from the neighboring hill, wandered fair dryads, in trailing garments of 
softest green, a gleam of silver flashing from their wreaths of forest leaves. With 
light footstep flitting over the campus, they drew up in martial array to welcome, 
with their waving of green branches, those that next should follow. 

A merry sound of rattles, a bumping of tin carts on the stones, and, tenderly 
guided by the aids, the babies of '97 toddled forth to take their places in the great 
assembly. Very sweet indeed did these little ones appear in their curls and caps 
and dainty white robes. 

A procession of trim tennis suits, in white and crimson, a maze of tennis rack- 
ets, and athletic '96 came swiftly forward to her first great tournament. 

Sweetly faint organ music floated down from the chapel windows, and over 
the campus, in stately, solemn array of caps and gowns, moved the class of '93, 
while at their feet fell the waiting dryads' branches. 

'93's mistress of ceremonies introduced the president, heartily "bespeaking wel- 
come in the name of all " ; the scholarly orator, " facing the future, having proved 
the past" ; and the gentle exhorter of undergraduates, with her basket of pansies 
and the thoughts their bright faces inspired. 

The opening words of " The Land from Whence the Shadows Fall " came 
with strange sweetness, as, robed in white and gold, the children of the coming 
race came forward with their solemn chant. Again, a crowd of gnomes ap- 
proached, leaving their Rhinegold at the summons of the Poet. Beautiful Val- 
kuren followed, and then came the triumphant step and shining faces of those 


who, " knowing, in truth, that love cannot fail, wait for the glory which is to 

The senior exercises over, a long procession wound up and down the campus, 
a beautiful sight, halting at last before a small but flourishing tupelo tree. After 
the class song, '96's mistress of ceremonies introduced the orator, who welcomed 
most delightfully the assembled multitude. The herald of the Roman conquerors 
then presented, with a flourish of trumpets as well as words, the honored spade, 
which was most fittingly received by the ambassador of '96. 

"The Game of College Life," from the freshman point of view, was played, 
wherein a glorious victory was scored by '93 and '96 against '94 and '95. A 
graceful dance, with many beautiful figures, completed the fine work of '96. 

A flag-raising was then celebrated by the special students. Their president, 
Miss Shuttleworth, made the following presentation address : 

" In past years the special students have stood quietly at one side on Tree-day 
and looked with almost envious feelings upon our fellow students as they planted 
a class tree or said farewell to one planted three years before. It therefore gives 
us great pleasure to be able this year, through the courtesy of the seniors, to plant 
a tree of our own. 

"We have chosen one which you undoubtedly think is highly appropriate, since 
it has been through the mill and been stripped of the first bloom of young life. 
But we wish to remind you that it is highly polished and fully developed. 

"We have also seen fit to plant our tree in a soil quite unlike that in which yours 
has been planted. But/ we think its position quite in keeping with our character, 
since it is firmly rooted and will not be trodden under foot. 

"With the greatest eagerness have we waited for the coming of Tree-day, when 
we felt sure our tree would unfold its one large leaf, not of green, like the leaves 
of all of your trees, but of red, white and blue. As you see, we are not to be 
disappointed, our tree is what we intended it should be, a tree of liberty, and its 
leaf the banner of liberty. 

"Besides planting our tree to-day we have thought best to bid it farewell. Not 
only is it very easy for us to do this, far easier than it has been for the seniors to 
say farewell to the tree which they have cared for and watched so long, but it 
gives us great pleasure. 

"In the name of the special students I present to our dear Wellesley College this 
tree of liberty with its flying banner." 

Miss Shuttleworth's speech was followed by a few words from Miss Shafer, 
who expressed her pleasure that the patriotic gift was so closely associated with 
Tree-day, Wellesley's own peculiar festival, that this flag must mean to us, not 
only " our country," but also "our college." In the name of the students she 
thanked the specials, and hoped their flag would long wave over Wellesley's 


towers, emblem of that country for whose service our years here are to fit us, of 
that liberty whence springs all true education. Miss Shafer closed by saying that 
since she felt that Tree-day belonged peculiarly to the students and alumnae of 
the college, she would leave the welcome to the flag to be given by that loyal 
daughter of Wellesley who has sung well the praises of the College Beautiful. 

The Glee Club then rendered the following Flag Song, the words by Miss 
Katharine Lee Bates, and the melody by Cramer, adapted and harmonized for 
quartette or chorus of ladies' voices by Junius W. Hill. 

To the leafy academe, 

To the woodlands fair and wide, 
To the haunt of youth's high-hearted dream, 
Welcome, welcome, welcome, 

Banner of our pride. 

Float thy sylvan realm above, 

Claim our maiden service due, 
For woman's heart is strong to love, 

And Wellesley loves, Wellesley loves are true. 

By the white of woman's soul, 

By the wing of woman's prayer, 
By her visions far of shining goal, 

Welcome, welcome, welcome, 

Banner of our care. 

To the frail unsounded band 

Who will wage thy warfare just, 
Till the right be sped through all the land, 
Welcome, welcome, welcome, 

Banner of our trust. 

When, after the presentation, the stars and stripes floated proudly on the breeze, 
enthusiasm knew no bounds, and cheer after cheer filled the air, all joining at 
last in " America." 

At the first notes of a chant by white-robed priestesses, the dryads sped to the 
spot where their ivy was to be planted. 

Ivy Poem. 

We greet you first, fair children of the shade, 
Ye dryad-watchers in Pan's templed groves! 
Our summons ye have heard, and have obeyed ; 
We welcome you, and thank you for your grace. 


And then to thee, great Pan, we greetings bring, 
To thee, strong comforter of man, whose arms 
Do cradle all thy creatures tenderly, 
And fold them, when they weary are, to rest 
Within thy bosom, till new life they gain, 
And burst forth into Spring at thy low word. 
To thee, O Pan, and dryads fair, all hail ! 

O dryads, do ye now recall the days 

When on the verdant lawns ye lay at ease? 

No care was there to dull your clear-edged laugh, 

Of man's invasion in your solitudes. 

Bid now those happy days return again, 

So innocent and f ree of harm and ill ! 

O G-olden Age, do thou bring back to us 

Thy fancies, light and spotless, and reveal 

The childhood fair of gray eternity! 

Let us again frail fancy-bubbles blow, 

And catch therein the rainbow's arched glow. 

Within that golden youth-time, ere men grew 

So gross, that thought was worn and crushed by flesh, 

And lost all visible grace, ere it was born, 

A dryad loved and wed a wandering thought. 

She was the child of Pan and dancing light: 

A mortal child was he, that winged thought, 

Yet fair and strong, and when his shadow fell 

On withered violets, their heads they raised, 

And azure life did once more flush their cheeks. 

They two, the dryad and the winged thought, 

Loved, lived and died together, and in one grave, 

Beneath the gray cliff's mossy height, from which 

The silvery stream plashed down, were silent laid. 

The child their love gave life we bring to you, 

To you and Pan we bring — ■ the ivy- vine. 

A being, born of Pan's fair child and man's, 
Of thought and nature, strange, yet kin to both, 
It mantles o'er the homes and haunts of men, 
Or twines its clasp about some hoary trunk. 
It wears with serious mien your garb, O nymphs, 
And stretches out soft fingers for your clasp. 
It gropes for you, though men have loved it well, 
Aye, honors heaped upon it without stint. 


They bid it creep, a gentle, loving thought, 
O'er all their temple's harsh imperfectness. 
They let it press and dent the tresses fair 
Around the brow where clear-eyed genius thrones. 

Nay, patience, while I fable for you still, 

What in those golden days was whispered me. 

The ivy shaves in men's glacl fancies; holds 

Within itself that impulse si range, the heritage of man, 

A living hope. The dryad, child of Pan, 

Did leud the changeling all her perfect ness 

In form and grace: but winged thought hast given 

The law of growth ; hast given it command 

That, from the dark mould springing, it should climb, 

Should timidly and slowly somehow climb, 

Until the cre|st is reached, and earth lies prone; 

E'en as the song, which struggles from men's hearts, 

And, still their burdens bearing, creeps up — up — 

To light and immortality. Yea, take the vine, 

And couch it now within Pan's tender arms, 

And draw the brown cloak round it. To Pan 

And you, ye dryads, have we brought this charge. 

The golden clays are past, and bubbles burst. 

Yet still the ivy lives, and patiently 

Is climbing toward new heights, and tenderly 

Is blotting out all roughness in its way. 

And still it gropes for you, and fain would lean 

Its weakness on your strength. O dryads free, 

Receive the changeling : be it to thee a link 

Between yourselves and mortals of this earth. 

Be it to you a sign of golden clays, 

Which fast are hid within the future's haze, 

And now but dimly seen, until they shine. 

To you and Pan we bring the ivy-vine. 

Julia Buffington. 

The planting of the ivy closed the exercises for the afternoon. After cheering, 
and the taking of photographs, the merry throng separated for supper, the alum- 
nae to Simpson, the seniors to Norumbega, the juniors to College Hall, the sopho- 
mores to Stone Hall, the freshmen to Freeman, and the specials to Wood. 

College songs in the first floor centre ended the happy day for all but seniors, 
and by them the college buildings were serenaded until long, long after ten. 


The Legendas were on sale Tree-day evening, June 2, at the first floor centre, 
Main Building. They are very dainty and attractive in the white and gold of 
the '93 colors. They contain, perhaps, more views than any previous Legenda, and 
the "Winter Kodaks" in the back are very suggestive to the Wellesley mind. 

Monday evening, June 5, a students' concert was given in the chapel, and was 
\ one of the best ever offered. Miss Adelaide Smith, '93, Miss Grace Blodgett, 
'93, and Miss Etta Penniman, Special, graduated from the School of Music. 
Miss Smith deserves especial mention, in that she has completed what is the reg- 
ular five-year course in but four years. 

The Shakespeare Society gave a repetition of the play, "A Midsummer 
Night's Dream," Friday evening, June 9. An admission fee was charged, the 
proceeds to go towards the Shakespeare Chapter House. 

The evening of June 10 was "Float" night. There was, as usual, a large 
crowd present ; it is estimated at about five thousand people. None but invited 
guests were present. The tickets bore the signature of Helen G. Eager, captain 
of the senior crew; this precaution was taken in order to prevent duplicates, 
which were worked so successfully last year. The crews assembled at about 
6.30 p. M. and marched from the south porch in couples, seniors and sophomores 
walking together. They passed down the path and along the shore of the lake 
to their respective wharves. The senior crew-suits were remarkably pretty, with 
their little white Oxford caps and the big gilt " '93 " on the breast of the sweaters. 
The juniors appeared, as on last year, in their dark red suits and green sweaters, 
with the silver figures on the front. The sophomores were dressed in dark olive- 
green suits, although their waists, which were lavender and white, displayed 
their class colors. The specials were in blue and red, and there were eight 
freshman crews. Skirts seemed well-nigh impossible in connection with the slid- 
ing seats ; consequently, they were removed before entering the boats, and the 
crews took their places, arrayed in short Turkish trowsers of the same pattern as 
those used in the gymnasium. The effect of this change, however, was scarcely 
perceptible from the bank, and most of the on-lookers were unaware that it had 
taken place. As usual, the cries were given, as each boat left its wharf and 
swept into view. 

The exercises were very pretty. There was no racing, but after rowing about, 
the crews gathered in a group near the shore and gave their songs. The '93 
crew-song was as popular as ever. A line of floating red lights stretched across 
the lake, and on the opposite shore there was a display of fireworks. The cal- 


cium lights lit up the group of boats, and from time to time the color was varied. 
Miss Grace Grenell of the senior crew led the singing and wielded the baton. 
There was, as usual, some trouble among the girls in finding their guests, but it 
is certain that every one enjoyed the exercises. 

Sunday evening, June n, a talk was given in the chapel under the auspices of 
the Christian Association, by Mr. and Mrs. Kaumarka of Bombay, India. The 
religion of India was discussed and illustrated by several of their images and 
gods; also the child-marriage prevalent in that country, and the married life. 
Mr. Kaumarka has been studying at Yale, and Mrs. Kaumarka has just gradu- 
ated from a medical school. She is going back to start a dispensary in India. 

Among the former students lately seen about the college are Miss Sue Lumm, 
Miss Mary Vale, Miss Mary Colby, Miss Eva Cobb and Miss May Lemer, '93. 

On June 12 a concert was given by the Beethoven Society, assisted by Wulf 
Fries. It was especially fine, and thoroughly enjoyed by all. 

At a business meeting of the Glee Club, held on June 13, the officers for next 
year were elected. They will be : Florence T. Forbes, president ; Nellie I. 
Rankin, leader; Mary E. Chapin, business manager; Helen M. Cushing, 

The seniors held their class supper on Wednesday, June 14, at the Woodland 
Lawn Hotel, Auburndale. The class historians were Carrie A. Mann and Fran- 
ces A. Lucas. The order of toasts was as follows, Caroline Freear being toast- 
mistress : Our President, Delarue K. Howe ; The Class, Emily H. Foley ; The 
Menu, Grace E. Grenell; Our Honorary Member, Elizabeth A. Trebein ; The 
Crew, Edith White; Class Affairs, Caroline N. Newman; '93 at 8.20 a. m., 
Frances Lucas ; '93's Annex, Frances Pinkham ; Housekeeping, Elizabeth R. 
Kellogg; The Daily Theme, Mary N. Young; The "Petit Cabinet," M. Louise 
Brown; The Spirit of the Institution, Winifred S. Foster; Senior Day, Mary B. 
Hill; The Reformation, Anna B. Tomlinson ; Sh!, Mary E. Dillingham; '93's 
Brilliant Future, Mary McPherson. They returned at about 2.30 A. m., awak- 
ening the echoes and also their sleeping neighbors by the inspiring Wellesley cry. 


Long ago, in the dawn, as it were, of our college history, Wellesley rejoiced 
in an annual Class Day. The classes of '79 and '80 celebrated this occasion 
"with pomp and great solemnity," and then for some reason the day was given 
up. For twelve years Class Day was an unknown term in the Wellesley vocabu- 


lary ; but then came a change, and the thirteenth year has witnessed our third 
celebration of this kind. To the class of '93 belongs the credit of re-introducing 
the custom, and that it is a credit no one can doubt who saw the manner in which 
they did honor to the day. It had been decided that the morning should be 
devoted to an entertainment by the senior class, and the afternoon to social enjoy- 
ments, and Friday, June 16, was the day selected. The seniors had planned their 
ceremonies for the open air, but, true to its unlucky character, Friday morning 
dawned so cold and damp and threatening that it was evident the festivities of the 
day would have to be conducted under cover. This was disappointing, but there 
is always the chapel to fall back on, and at eleven o'clock a Prologue, resplendent 
in crimson and gold, mounting the chapel platform, explained to a crowded audi- 
ence the plan of the entertainment. 

A meeting of the States General of France was the subject selected for repre- 
sentation. The time chosen was at the beginning of the fifteenth century, under 
the reign of Charles VI. It was a gloomy time for France, for under the feeble 
control of her king, weak in mind and body, matters had gone from bad to 
worse, and now the Hundred Years' War was about to break out again. Henry 
of England had sent to demand in marriage the hand of the Princess Katherine, 
with an immense dowry, as the price of peace. Charles, afraid either to consent 
or refuse, summoned a meeting of the Three Estates to discuss the situation. 

The following is the programme in full : — 

Convocation of the States General of France, Held at Paris, in the Court 
of the King's Palace, June 16, 14 15 a. d. 


King Charles the Sixth Emily H. Foley. 

Chancellor of the Realm Annie B. Tomlinson. 

John, Duke of Burgundy . Edith White. 

Charles, Duke of Orleans Mary E. Dillingham. 

Constable d'Albert Mary L. Barker. 

Marshal de Boucicaut Marion E. Bradbury. 

Isabel, Queen to Charles Lucy Hartwell. 

Master of Ceremonies of the Court Mary McPherson. 

Grace E. Blodgett. Ella S. Hoghton. 

Julia M. Green. Ethel A. Jones. 


Stella I. Hoghton. Helen R. Mason. 


Winifred Meyer. 





Cardinal of Cambray ... - E. Grace Dewey. 


Archbishop of Rheims Lila Tayler. 

Archbishop of Bourges Alice M. Jones. 

Archbishop of Paris Alice M. Reed. 

Eustache de Pavily Frances H. Lucas. 


John Gerson S. Antoinette Bigelow 


Emeline S. Bennett. Clara S. Helmer. 

Frances E. Pinkham. 

Elizabeth L. Allard. 
Emily Ham. 

Mary P. Dennis. 

Florence L. Munroe. 

Duke of Brabaut 

Sire de Dampierre 
Count d'Armagnac 
Count de Nevers . 
Viscount de Narboune 
Sire de Coucy 

Kate F. Andrews 

Minnie L. Baird. 

Faith E. Barkwill. 

Gertrude Bigelow 

Anne P. Burgess. 

Helen L. Burr. 

Helen G. Eager. 

Rose I. Faucher. 



Eleanor H. Schleicher. 


Laura Whipple. 





Florence Hoopes. 
Delarue K. Howe. 
Charlotte D. Irish. 
Laura H. Jones. 
Mary C. Larned. 
Nelle A. Mower. 
Julia F. Reid. 
Elinor F. Ruddle. 

Nannie M. Pond. 
Fannie A. Sanderson 

Mary W. Lincoln. 

Mary S. Pavey. 

Mary B. Hill. 

Carrie A. Mann. 
M. Louise Brown. 
Mary N. Young. 
Laura C. Green. 
Mildred S. Feeny. 



Lylie Foster. 
Nancy I. Fuller. 
Carrie F. Hardwick. 

Josephine P. Simrall. 
L. Elizabeth White. 
Katherine M. Winton. 



Provost of Paris Elizabeth A. Trebein 


M. Guy Reimond, Advocat der roi Caroline Frear. 

Burgher, from Orleans, Maine Marion N. Wilcox. 

Pierre Martin, Bourgeois of Chalon Caroline N. Newman 

Anthoin du Pont, Provost of Lyons Agnes W. Damon. 

Louis de Grenelle, Advocate .... .... Grace E. Grenell. 


Bertha F. Anderson. Anna B. Peckham. 

Alice M. Barbour. Grace G. Rickey. 

Bertha H. Clough. Maud E. Severance. 

Annie K. Moore. Alice E. Williams. 


Adelaide Smith. Florence M. Tone. 


Fanny K. Bartlett. F. Gertrude Coolidge. 

Harriet B. Chapman. Alice G. Coombs. 

Charlotte E. Chester. Ida E. Woods. 


Lydia O. Pennington. 


Clara B. Count. Alice J. Hamlin. 

Winifred S. Foster. Maria A. Kneen. 

Lilla J. Simonds. 


Louise L. Edwards. Elizabeth Perry. 

. Ethalene Flournoy. J. Isabelle Sims. 

Martha M. Hopper. Mary R. Tooker. 

Prologue and Chorus. Master of Ceremonies. 

Scene : Court of the Palace. 
Act I. Appeal of the Chancellor to the three estates to support the King in his defense 

of France. 
Act II. Discussion of the three estates in full assembly. 
Act III. Response to the King's appeal by the President of each estate. 


Space does not admit of any detailed criticism of the speeches made, hut with- 
out exception they showed decided originality and reflected well the sj:>irit of the 
time. In fact, this statement applies to every part of the entertainment, from the 
dress of the participants up to their language and bearing. The scorn of the 
nobles for the burghers, the haughty indifference of the churchmen to the fierce 
attacks made on them by the other estates, and the bitter discontent of the com- 
mons, chafing under a sense of wrong and indignity, were all admirably rendered. 
The dress of the actors, besides reproducing accurately the garb of the age, 
afforded some beautiful color effects, the coarse and sombre dress of the citizens 
forming a good background for the silks and velvets of the nobles, the brilliance 
of the clerical robes, and the royal attire of the court party. Much careful and 
original work must have united with literary and artistic ability to reproduce so 
well the spirit and the details of a fourteenth century scene. 

Afterwards, the guests were conducted to luncheon at the cottages. Singing by 
the Glee Club and a promenade concert by the Germania Orchestra filled the 

<$fumnae Qtofes. 

There is a Wellesley Register at the World's Columbian Exposition in Chicago 
in the section devoted to the interests of the Wellesley College Exhibit. This 
section is in the Massachusetts division of the Educational Exhibit in the South 
Gallery of the Manufacturers and Liberal Arts Building. The Register contains 
the names and addresses of all Wellesley people in Chicago and its immediate 
neighborhood, including the members of the Chicago Wellesley Club and those 
who have been pursuing courses at the University of Chicago. 

All Wellesley people who are visiting the Fair are asked to register their 
names and temporary addresses with the date of arrival and proposed departure 
from the city. It is hoped that thus many meetings of old friends may be ren- 
dered possible. 

All Wellesleyites desiring to meet others of their Alma Mater may probably 
do so on Tuesdays at two in the afternoon in the Massachusetts State Building, 
World's Fair Grounds. Signed, 

Caroline L. Williamson, Pres. Western Well. Ass. 
■Helen Hill, Cor. Sec. Western Well. Ass. 
Marion Ely, Pres. Chicago Well. Club. 
May E. Cook, Cor. Sec. Chicago Well. Club. 


The officers of the Western Wellesley Association would extend a most cordial 
invitation to all Wellesley people, past and present, to meet with them at the an- 
nual luncheon which will be held on Tuesday, Sept. 5, 1893, 2.15 p. m., instead 
of Sept. 11, 1893, at the Auditorium Hotel, Cor. Michigan Ave. and Congress 
St., Chicago, 111. The price per cover will be $1.50. Will all who intend to be 
present kindly send their names before Aug. 20 to Miss Helen Hill, 119 35th St., 
Chicago., 111. Caroline L. Williamson, Pres. 

The Wellesley Club of New York invites all Wellesley girls who expect to be 
in or near New York dm'ing 1893-1894, who desire to connect themselves with 
the Club, to send their names at any time during the summer or fall to Miss 
Louise Brown, Secretary, 1 West 81st St., New York City. Any one who has 
studied at Wellesley is eligible to membership. 

Mary A. Edwards, Pres. 

Louise Brown, Sec. 

Miss Kate L. Clarke, '86, spent May 28 at Wellesley. 

Miss Sadie K. Harlow, '91, spent Sunday, June 4, at the college. 

Miss Florence Wilkinson, '92, wrote the ode for the opening of the Woman's 
Building of the World's Fair. 

Miss Evelyn E. Parkes, '92, delivered the address to the Alumni of Cook Acad- 
emy, June 7, 1893. 

The engagement of Miss Elinor Kimball Bruce, '92, to Mr. William B. Snow 
of Stoneham, has been announced. 

Among the guests who attended the Tree-day exercises were : Miss Elizabeth 
Brown, '82; Miss Hester Nicholls, '84; Mrs. Helen Jewett Young, '84; Miss 
Retta Winslow, '88; Mrs. Hattie Farnsworth Gulick, Miss Tufts, '84; Miss 
Edith True, '87 ; Mrs. Alice Vant George, '87 ; Miss Barrows, Miss Mabel Cur- 
tis, Miss Dresser, Miss Ida Wallace, Miss Charlotte Greenbank, '90; Miss Alice 
Clement, Miss Fannie Woodford, Miss Adelaide Alexander, Miss Bessie Blakes- 
lie, '91 ; Miss Stanton, Miss Furber, Miss Thayer, Miss Bancroft, Miss Hardon, 
Miss Cornelia Green, Miss Emily Stewart, Miss Mabel Clark, '92. 

Dr. Elizabeth Hoyt, a former Wellesley student, has returned from a year's 
study in Europe, and settled at Concord, Mass. 

Miss Florence Wing, '92, is visiting in Chicago. Her address is 3985 Drexel 


The summer address of Miss Harriet J. Hand, '86, and Miss Charlotte Hand, 
'92, is Cottage City, Mass. 

Miss Emily Stewart will spend the summer at North Scituate, Mass. 

Miss Helen W. Rogers, '92, will study art during the summer with Mr. John 
Leslie Breck, at Annisquam, Mass. 

Miss Mary Emily Cobb, '88-'90, was married to Mr. Calvin Crcsser, on May 
18, 1893, instead of Mr. John Grosser, as announced in the May number of the 

There was a meeting of Alumna? in the faculty parlor on June 20, for the pur- 
pose of organizing an Alumna? Chapter of College Settlements Association. It 
was moved, seconded and carried that a Wellesley Alumna? College Settlements 
Chapter be formally organized, with a president, secretary and treasurer, for a 
year, and that a committee be appointed to draw up a constitution and report at 
some subsequent meeting. Miss Bertha Palmer, '91, was elected president, and 
Miss Grace Andrews, '89, was elected secretary and treasurer. Miss Kendrick, 
'85, Miss Ward, '92, and Miss Hoopes, '93, were appointed as committee. Miss 
Carol Dresser, '90, then told the meeting some of the work done at the Boston 
Settlement, 93 Tyler Street. It has been running but six months, and in so short 
a time it is impossible to have very tangible results. There has been no head 
worker, and the work has not been definitely organized. Thus far there has been 
a meeting of a small boys' club on Tuesday evenings. On Wednesday evenings 
a club of older boys, known as the Adelphi Debating and Literary Society, meets 
at the Settlement. Thursday evening is the musical evening, and the residents 
are at home to their neighbors. Saturday afternoon is devoted to the children of 
the vicinity. There is a day, too, for money deposit, and drawing books from 
the library. Although, at first, some people of the neighborhood thought 93 
Tyler Street a home for destitute women, they have now come to regard the resi- 
dence of these college girls there quite naturally and simply. 

At present the Alumnae Chapter of the association will run on the basis adopted 
by the Undergraduate Chapter during the past year. Those who pay the full fee, 
five dollars, are entitled to five votes, and those who pay less are entitled to votes 
in proportion to the amount paid. 

Annie Sybil Montague, Pres. pro tem. 
Maude R. Keller, Sec. pro tem. 

The Boston Wellesley Club held its spring meeting on May 27 at Hotel Thorn- 
dike. The club agreed to a revision of the by-laws, submitted by a committee 


appointed in February for the purpose, and adopted a proffered suggestion of 
devoting the February meeting to a talk upon some subject of general interest, 
given by a guest or by a member of the club, followed by an informal discussion. 
Miss Morss of '91 gave an interesting account of important changes at Wellesley, 
as well as various items of college gossip, after which the meeting resolved itself 
into a social gathering. 

The annual meeting of the Philadelphia Wellesley Club was held at the home 
of Mrs. Campbell, Germantown, May 21. Miss Anna Brown read a communi- 
cation from the finance committee of the Alumnae Association concerning the 
endowment fund of $1,000,000 to be raised for the college. The following 
motions were made and carried : first, a committee should be appointed by the 
chair to procure hand-books and circulars setting forth the needs of the college ; 
second, a second committee to be appointed to arrange for an entertainment to be 
given in the fall, and to report to the club at the first fall meeting. Miss Brown 
was made chairman of the first committee. The secretary's and treasurer's reports 
were then read and accepted. The following members were elected officers for 
the coming year : President, Miss Minnie Wiggin ; vice-president, Miss Bessie 
Mackay ; secretary, Miss Elizabeth Baker; treasurer, Miss Anna London Camp- 
bell; director, Miss Katherine Dill. 

Elizabeth Baker, Sec. 

Wellesley '92 held its first reunion in the east gallery of the Art Building, at 
9 A. m., Wednesday, June 21. About fifty were present. In response to the 
roll-call, a report of the year's work was given by individual members. After 
transacting some business, light refreshments were served, and the meeting be- 
came delightfully informal. It was not prolonged because of the meeting of the 
Alumnae Association at 10 A. M. 

Miss Florence Wilkinson, '92, is literary editor of the "Graphic," a well- 
known Chicago paper. 

A commencement reception was given by Miss Shafer to the seniors, Satur- 
day evening, June 17, in Norumbega, Prof. Morgan, Prof. Whiting and Prof. 
Knox assisted in entertaining. 

The Baccalaureate Sermon was delivered Sunday, June 18, by Dr. Cuthbert 
Hall of Brooklyn. It was a noticeably fine and strong address. His subject was 
" Life, the Great Elective," and he chose for his text Luke xxi : 19, " In your 
patience ye shall win your lives." Two selections were given by the Beethoven 


Society. The Vespers in the evening were unusually beautiful. Mrs. Smith, 
honorary member of '93, Miss Hunt, '96, and Miss Foss, '94, sang several solos, 
and Prof. Hill presided at the organ. The Glee Club and the Beethoven Society 
were both present and gave a number of selections. Two violin solos were ren- 
dered by Miss Sherman, who also accompanied the singers in several instances. 
The meeting was conducted by Dr. Hall. 

Monday afternoon, June 19, a concert was given by the Glee and Banjo Clubs 
in the college chapel. There was a large audience present, and as usual the girls 
were received with great enthusiasm. Almost every selection was encored. 

The Bernhard Listemann concert in the evening proved, as was expected, very 
fine. The chapel was crowded, a large proportion of those present being outside 
friends and guests. 

After the concert, a serenade was given by the Glee Club to the seniors. 
Nearly all the college houses were visited. 

June 20 dawned fair and bright although a little warm. The Commencement 
exercises were held at 3 p. m. After the organ prelude by Prof. Junius W. Hill, 
which included the "Overture to Lohengrin," by Wagner, and "Pastorale" 
(Capucine), by Kullah, came the reading of scriptures by Dr. Beecher of Auburn, 
N. Y., followed by prayer from Dr. Philip Moxom of Boston. Then came a 
selection, "The Bells Were ringing," from Abt, by the Beethoven Society. G. 
Stanley Hall, Ph. D., LL. D., president of Clark University, was then intro- 
duced as the orator of the day. He gave a very able address on the " Heart as 
the Source of Life," making four main headings, Health, Music, Love and Reli- 
gion. A " Serenade," Beschnitt, and the " Ride of the Elves," Mendelssohn, 
were given by the Beethoven Society, after which came the conferring of degrees 
by President Shafer. How precious are those little white rolls tied with Welles- 
ley blue! The Beethoven Society then rendered "Faithful and True," from 
Wagner, and after the benediction came the organ postlude, "March from Tann- 
hauser," also by Wagner. Dinner was set at 4.30, but it was not until after five 
that the people assembled in the dining-room. After the repast, President 
Shafer gave a brief summary of the general work of the college, including the 
new curriculum, and mentioning also the needs and wants of the college. Dr. 
Hall then spoke a few minutes upon foreign education, and was followed by Dr. 
Mackenzie, honorary member of the class of '85 and president of the board of 
trustees. Dr. Mackenzie spoke as an American proud of the American institu- 


tions, and ended by introducing President Shafer, as the late recipient of Ober- 
lin's degree of LL. D., conferred but the day before. Of course the girls cheered, 
cheered as only Wellesley girls can cheer, and could scarcely be quieted to listen 
to Miss Shafer's few appreciative words. Next, Miss Wilcox spoke in behalf of 
the faculty, on the " Relation Between the Faculty and the Students." Mr. 
Grenell spoke for the "fathers," and Miss Luce, '83, for the Alumni, coming 
from them with a gift of one thousand dollars for the college. Mrs. Junius 
Hill spoke for the "mothers," giving a tender mother-welcome to the graduates 
back to their homes. Dr. Ruth Lathrop, 'S3, spoke upon the "Medical Work 
for Women," ending by saying that "The path of glory, whether Homepath or 
Allopath, leads but to the grave." The Glee Club gave two selections, not in- 
cluding " Alma Mater," in which all joined at the close. The usual reception 
was held at 8 p.m., the Germania Orchestra furnishing music. Later in the 
evening, '93 gave her last serenade to her beloved college, and Commencement 
Day was over. 

The officers of the Banjo Club for the ensuing year are as follows : Helen James, 
'95, president; Mabel Keller, musical leader; Winifred Augsbury, '95, business 
manager; Dora E. Allen, '96, factotum. 

Miss Mabel Keller has recently been elected captain of the Special crew. 

The Glee Club will sing at the Women's College Conference at Northfield, 
Mass., June 22-29. 

Among the many courtesies that have made pleasant these last days for the 
graduating girls, not the least have been those of the Glee and Banjo Clubs, 
who added much to the enjoyment of Senior Day and Commencement Monday 
by their music. The class of '93 desire to express their warm appreciation and 
hearty thanks to the clubs for the pleasure they have given to the seniors and their 
guests, and to add best wishes for their ever increasing success. 


The annual meeting of the association was held in the college chapel on 
Wednesday, June 2r, at ten o'clock. The president, Miss Edith Tufts, '84, 
called the meeting to order. The reports of the secretary and treasurer for the 
past year were read and accepted. The committee on finance reported that an 


appeal had been published through the press of the country stating the needs of 
college. Arrangements were made whereby the three alumna? representatives on 
the board of trustees should be elected in the coming year. Miss Helen Sanborn, 
'84, reported that she had paid over to the Chapel Fund the surplus of $212 from 
the Norumbega Fund. The following officers were elected for the ensuing year : 
President, Miss Alice Luce, '83 ; vice-president, Miss Harriet Constantine, '89 ; 
treasurer, Miss Amoretta Winslow, '88 ; recording secretary, Miss Caroline Cook, 
'84; corresponding secretary, Mrs. Alice Vant George, '97. The association 
adjourned to the College Dining Hall, where 125 sat at lunch. The following 
toasts were responded to : 

The Class of '93, Emily Howard Foley, '93. 

"O blithe new comer!" 

The Class of '83, Alice Hanson Luce, '83. 

" We have some salt of our youth in us." 

College Societies, Edith White, '93. 

" Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship." 

College Music, Anne L. Bosworth, '90. 

" O music, sphere-descended maid, 
Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid." 

The College Post Office, Sarah Coolidge Brooks, '85. 

"I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men's stuff." 

Senior Day, Anna Stockbridge Tuttle, '80. 

" Great things thro' greatest hazards are achieved, 
And then they shine." 

On the first day of June there passed into rest, one of Wellesley's oldest and 
firmest friends, a trustee for sixteen years, Mrs. H. B. Goodwin. A trusted friend 
of the founder of the college, she assisted him largely in the upbuilding of his 
plans for Wellesley. For twelve years she was the secretary of the Students' 
Aid Association, and gave much of her time to her work in behalf of girls who 
desired an education. Never has any one been with us whose life has more fully 
embodied the spirit of service than did Mrs. Goodwin's. Her motto was Welles- 
ley's own, " Non ministrari, sed ministrare." She gave of all she had, but more 
than that she gave herself, distilling her very life in her joyous service to all the 


interests of the college. Her charity was a charity of mind and heart as well as 
of purse. 

We all recall her shrinking modesty, her sweet, gentle womanliness, which 
made us forget sometimes that she was a woman of unusual attainment in many 
departments of human culture. The simple goodness of her life overspread all 
that she was and all that she did. 

Wellesley and Wellesley's interests lay close to her heart. Although often suf- 
fering acute physical pain, she put all thought of herself aside, that she might the 
more pour out her life in service to her fellows. Nothing was so small as to be 
insignificant, if thereby she might minister to others. She had a rare gift of 
sharing her best with those who came in touch with her, and many, whose mo- 
ments with her have been few, feel that in her death they have lost a close, per- 
sonal friend. The class of '89, of which she was an honorary member, the board 
of trustees and the executive committee, every Wellesley girl, is the richer be- 
cause this beautiful, brave, lavish soul lived and wrought among them. 

A. N. G., '87. 

Jioctefg (ttofes. 

At the regular meeting of the Classical Society, May 20, the following pro- 
gramme was presented : 

Cyclic Poets and Ibesoid . . . . • . . Margaret Simmons 

History of Preservation of Homeric Poems ... . Alice Brewster. 

The First and Second Prehistoric Cities in Site of Ancient 

Troy ......... Grace Albee. 

The Third City . . Mary Chapin. 

The Work in Greece ....... Beatrice Stepanek. 

Two new members were ushered into the Society : Miss Ida Brooks and Miss 
Annie Leonard, both of '95. 

At the business meeting of the Society, the following officers for next year were 
elected: Miss Florence Davis, president ; Miss Alice Brewster, vice-president; 
Miss Annie Chute, recording secretary ; Miss Grace Albee, corresponding sec- 


retary; Miss Brooks and Miss Stepanek, factotums; and Miss Chapin, Miss 
Moulton and Miss Simmons, executive committee. 

Prof. A. C. Chapin has recently accepted a membership into the Society. 

At the meeting of Phi Sigma, held June 3, the following programme was pre- 
sented : 

Browning as the Representative of the Nineteenth Century. 

1. Browning as a Scientific Poet, Katherine Gleason. 

2. The Subjectivity of Browning, Marion Mitchell. 

3. Presentation. 

4. Browning's Philosophy, Mary. R. Tooker. 

5. Song, Caroline Hough. 

At a meeting of Zeta Alpha, held May 20, the following officers for the ensu- 
ing year were elected: Julia S. Buffington, president; Marion Canfield, vice- 
president ; Kate Nelson, recording secretary ; Mary Louise Boswell, correspond- 
ing secretary ; Mary Isham, treasurer ; Winifred Augsbury, first marshal ; Clara 
L. Willis, second marshal; Alice W. Kellogg, editor of the " True Blue." 


May 3 — Election of officers : President, Gail H. Laughlin ; vice-president, 
Louise McNair ; recording secretary, Caroline Field ; corresponding secretary, 
Ora M. L. Slater; treasurer, May Young; sergeant-at-arms, Arline H. Smith; 
executive committee, Gail H. Laughlin, Sarah H. Bixby, Sarah C. Weed. 

June 13 — Inauguration of president : installation of officers. At the meeting 
on June 13, the following members were initiated: Professor Wenckebach, Grace 
Caldwell, '95. 




At Cleveland, Ohio, June 14, 1893, Jennie May Cory, formerly of '90, to Frederick 

At Auburndale, Mass., June 7, 1893, Alice Newell, '83-84, to Francis Newhall. 

••• NOTICE. •*• 

(if hat the Philadelphia Ice Cream 
Co. not only serves a nice quality of Ice 
Cream, but we wish to call your attention 
to their Ice Cream Soda which is served 
at their store, 


When you are in town call on them. 

(Wellesley Preparatory) 

Auburndale, Mass. 

This School, which was opened in October, 
1882, has for its special design the preparation of 
girls for Wellesley and other colleges. 

The school is also intended for those who, not 
contemplating a college course, desire thorough in- 
struction in special branches. 

The classes in Latin, Greek, and Mathematics 
are under the charge of graduates of Wellesley 

The instruction in German and French is given 
by native teachers. 

The number of resident pupils is limited to 
twenty-five, who are under the personal care of the 

The price for board and tuition in all branches, 
except Music and Art, is $450 for the school year, 
which opens the first Thursday in October and closes 
the third Thursday in June. Early application is 
necessary to admission. 





Born, in India, April 30, a daughter, Charlotte Chandler, to Mrs. Gertrude Chandler 
Wyckoff, '79. 

Born, March 13, 1893, a daughter, Charlotte, to Mrs. Amanda Ross Richmond, special, 

Born, May 26, 1893, a daughter, to Mrs. Millie R. Todd Smith, '91. 

franklin Rubber Go. 



(Near Washington Street) 

. AND 

Babies' Jlne 

d5oob0 * * * 


. . AND . . 


- <•► ► 

Everything Made 

of Rubber. 









\n&icv Ikxx^ 

Offer an unequalled line of small but pretty 
and inexpensive conceits and notions of Japanese 
manufacture, suitable for prizes, favors, etc. 

54 Summer Street, 

Boston, Mass. 

ameson qi ^nowles Oompany, 

Importers and Retailers of 


IS Winter Street, BOSTON. 

Special attention given to young people's Fancy 
Dress Shoes. 

Usual College Discounts given. 

H. H. Carter & Co., 

Stationers and Engravers, 


20 per cent. Diseoant 

on purchases made by 

Students from Wellesley College. 

3 Beacon Street, 

Your attention is called to our stock of 


Toilet and Desk Funishings in Sterling and Plated Silver. 


Marble and Iron Clocks, $6.00 to $20.00. 

Stock in all departments always complete. 

A, Stowell & Co,, 

24 Winter Street, 


New Pictures. 

Etchings, Engravings, Photographs, just 
received from the best American, English, French, 
and German publishers. 

The largest and finest stock to select from in 
New England, — and prices satisfactory. 

Special attention to Artistic Framing. 

190 Boylston Street, - - Boston. 

Artists' Materials. 


Art Studies and Books. 

Oil and Water Colors; Crayons; Materials 
for Tapestry, Painting, etc. 

Wadsmoptb, floadafld & Go., 

82 & 84 Washington St., Boston. 
Principal Factories, I M "K£ia?M*w«. 



Umbrellas, Parasols and Canes. 

Special attention given to covering and repairing. 

9 Temple Place, 

A. N. Cook & Co., 

Importers, Manufacturers, Jobbers and Dealers in 

Fine Hats and Fine Furs, 

377 & 379 Washington St., 
Opp. Franklin St., BOSTON. 







Gloves and Veiling. 

(T)iss /T). p. pisK, 



kails Wji. alteration ofllje Vo~u:na Jjaaies to rjer sfoclj of rua\ CI r) dressed, xjia, arja U»er ©Ijir) (srloves, 

trjat are suitable" Top all acoersiorjs. «/llso to rjep fev feecorrjirja sloclj oj ueilinas. 

s/lna solicits irjeip patrorjaae, Srja will aiviz to any af I±)a ©luaerjls v!) per> cerjt. aiscourji. 


by people who have tried it that the quickest and surest relief for 
all Bronchial affections, Coughs, Huskiness, etc., is 

Bronchial Cough 


It was never advertised until the demand from the successful use 
of the Syrup promised its general use. 

Physicians, Ministers, Public Speakers, Singers, are now sending 
for it from all parts of the United States. 

25 Cents a Bottle at Druggists. 

Physicians' Prescriptions carefully prepared. All the Drugs 
and Druggists' Sundries needed in the home always in stock. 

WM. A. CHAPIN, Apothecary, 

Under U. S. Hotel, Boston. 




Opposite Railroad Station, Wellesley. 

Cut Flowers and Plants of the Choicest Varieties on 
hand. Floral designs for all occasions arranged at 
shortest notice. Orders by mail or otherwise promptly 
attended to. Flowers carefully packed and forwarded to 
all parts of the United States and Canada. 

in all Departments 
of Literature . . 

can be found at our store. The largest 
assortment in Boston of the popular and 
standard authors. Also a large variety at 
special reductions. Large variety of Bibles, 
Prayer Books, Booklets, etc. 


De Wolfe, fiske & Go., 

The Archway Bookstore, 

361 & 365 Washington Street, 


[Y\r$. U/. B. <?roer\er, 

Importer and Designer of • 

494 Washington St., Boston. 



Wellesley Pharmacy, 

<^$. U/. p^Y, proprietor. 

Physicians' Prescriptions a Specialty. 

Finest Roadbed on the Continent. 

B0ST0i\ 4 j\LBAHJ 



First Glass Through Gar ftoote 

To the "West. 

Through Trains leave Boston as follows: 

8.30 ft. m. (ex. Sunday) Day Express. 
10.30 a. m. (daily) Chicago Special. 
2.00 p. m. (daily) North Shore Limited. 
3.00 p. m. (daily) St. Louis and Chicago Express. 
4.20 p. m. (daily) Ciicinnrti and St. Louis Special. 
7.15 p. m. (daily) Pacific Express. 

Springfield Line 


Hartford, New Haven and New York. 

9.00 A. M. 

11.00 A. M. 

*12.00 Noon 

4.00 P. M. 

11.00 P. M. 


(ex. Sunday) 3.30 P. M. 

(ex. Sunday) 5.30 P. M. 

(ex. Sunday) 5.40 P. M. 

(daily) 10.00 P. M. 

(daily) 7.41 A. M. 

♦This train in composed entirely of drawing-room 
cars, and special ticket which entitles holder to seat 
in drawing-room car required ; tickets will not be 
sold beyond seating capacity of train. 

For tickets, information, time-tables, etc., 
apply to nearest ticket agent. 



Imagine this stately Morris Chair in your 
sitting room. How it will change the present 
appearance of the room ! 

These Morris Chairs have a reputation for 
comfort unequalled by any other shape of seat. 
The back is adjustable at three angles, convert- 
ing it from a reading chair to a lounging or 
reclining chair. 

We are offering these at 

ONLY $33. 

Solid English Oak 
frame — broad arms 
— polished brass 
rod — upholstered 
in curled hair and 
tufted — covered 
with corduroy. 

Paine's Furniture Go. 

48 Canal Street, Boston. 

South Side Boston & Maine Depot. 

Fine Carpets. 

The finest line of specialties in 

Axminsters, Wiltons, and 
Brussels Carpets 

ever offered by us. 
These are all our patterns, with a full line of the 



Oarpets .'. ana. '. ilammersmitr) , '. I\uas. 


Joel Goldthuiait & Go. 

163 to 169 WASHINGTON ST., 

For Fine 



21 Temple Place, 





Discount to Wellesley Students. 

walnut hill 
Wellesley # Preparatory, 



Thorough preparation for Wellesley and other 

Colleges for Women. 

References :— Pres. Shafer, Wellesley College, 
the Misses Eastman, Dana Hall, and others. 

Circulars on application. 

Miss Charlotte H. Conant, B.A., 1 Pri - n ,.; mk 
Miss Florence Bigelow, M.A., j r nnci P a15 - 

Cotrell & Leonard, 






Illustrated Catalogue and particulars 
on application. 

AN IDEAL STUB PEN — Esterbrook's Jackson Stub, No. 442. 
A specially EASY WRITER, a GOOD INK HOLDER and a DELIGHT to those 
who use a STUB PEN. ASK YOUR STATIONER FOR THEM. Price, $1.00 
per gross. THE ESTERBROOK STEEL PEN CO., 26 John St., New York. 

pJWukm 8c ©o., 

Manufacturers and Dealers in 

Steam Launches, Sail Boats, Row Boats, Canoes. 

First-class work done at reasonable rates. Particular attention given to Light Cedar Boats and Canoes. 

The Director of the Gymnasium and the Captains of the Boat-crews testify to the 
satisfaction which our work has given in Wellesley. 

Warerooms, 394 Atlantic Ave., 


Harrietts Anthony, : 



Studio, 154 Tremont Street, 



5p^Ut! ^U/T\p 9 COU/ QO., 

147 Tremont Street, Corner of West, 

Jewellers and Silversmiths. 


PROGRAMS and INVITATIONS, both printed and engraved. Class Day programs a specialty. 

CLASS PINS designed and manufactured to order. 

PARASOLS and UMBRELLAS made to order, re-covered and repaired. 

BMtroM op 863 /V '46 Tremont St. 

Broadway, N. Y. *S BOSTON 

\Ji Choice ^election of Kancy Daskets, Doxes and Donoonnieres constantly 

on panel at very reasonable prices. 

Pleasurable Exercise. 

to your study 
with clear brain and quiet nerves. But your 
nerves will not be quiet if your bicycle does 
not run easily, so get a Columbia, for Colum- 
bias run easiest, wear longest, and look the 

Have you ever thought of taking a bicycle 
tour during vacation ? 

We have a finely illustrated book about 
Columbia bicycles. Send to us for one. 


The gymnasium is now universally recog- 
nized as a necessary adjunct to a college 
education. But there comes a time when the 
weather is too warm and outdoors too inviting 
to work inside. Then what is better for all- 
around exercise than the bicycle? It will 
take you swiftly along the smooth streets 
of the city or carry you out into the 
fresh air of the open country. Back again 








Reasons why this Bureau has gained and 
deserves the Confidence and Patronage 
of so large a Constituency of Teachers 
and School Officers all over the Nation : 

(1) Because it is the oldest Teachers' Agency in New 

England, having been established in 1875. 

(2) Because its Manager for the last eleven years is 

a professional educator, and has become 
familiar with the conditions and wants of every 
grade of schools, and the necessary qualifica- 
tions of teachers. 

(3) Because the number of our candidates is large 

and embraces many of the ablest teachers, 
male and female, in the profession. 

(4) Because all applications for teachers receive 

prompt and careful attention. 

( 5 ) Because our pledges for fair dealing and devotion 

to the interests of our patrons have been 



No charge to School Officers. Forms and 
circulars sent FREE. Register now for the Autumn 
vacancies for Winter and Spring as well, as the de- 
mand is constant. Apply to 

3 Somerset Street, Boston. 
















It will Cure. 

Hiehard Btiggs & Go. 

Washington and School Sts. 

Announce the opening and display of the most beautiful 

collection of China and Glass ever 

shown by them. 

Crown Derby, Royal Worcester, 

Coalport, Cauldon, 

Wedgwood, Copeland, 



Paris, Limoges, 

Carlsbad, Delft, 

Pirkenhammer, Bonn, Dresden. 

Special attention has been given to the 
selection of medium priced articles . . 
They also show many new pieces of 
their famous " Chrysanthemum'''' cutting 
of RICH CUT CRYSTAL. They are 
receiving almost daily supplies from the 
Rockwood Pottery Co 

' ' It is really the best. 

There are many 

toilet creams, but none that equal the new 


which is the only cream that will keep the 
skin soft and smooth, and contains abso- 
lutely no poison, oil, acid, or glycerine. 
All druggists sell it. 

Price 50 cents and $1.00. 


©ana ♦ %&tt ♦ £c§ooC, 


* * * + 

Pupils are prepared for regular or for special 
courses at Wellesley College. 

+ •*■ •*■ * 

Price for Board and Tuition, $500 for the 
school year ; tuition for day pupils, $125. 

+ * * + 

For further information, address the Principals : 

Julia A. Eastman. 
Sarah P. Eastman. 

Woodward's Soda Water 

The kind that Cools. 
Woodward's Ice Cream Soda 

Is a good Luncheon. 


100 & 102 TREMONT STREET. 


rx/eelicecl fciolleere 

0IT)€tr) s 



Session '92-'93 opens October 1st, 1892. Three years Graded Course. Instruction by Lectures, Clinics, 
Recitations and practical work, under supervision in Laboratories and Dispensary of College, and in U. S. 
Infirmary. Clinics and operations in most of the City Hospitals and Dispensaries open to Women Students. 
For Catalogues etc., address 


321 East ljth Street, New York. 

HE. They say that college 
girls don't keep up with the 
times ? 

SHE. Oh, but that isn't true. 
We know with all the rest of 
the world that the Columbia is 
the wheel to get for '93. 

HE. Yes, it takes the lead. 

Catalogues free. 

Would You Like a Belter Wheel 

than the COLUMBIA ? 
If couldn't be had. 

For the Columbia is strong, 
light, swift, and easy. 

Free instruction to purchasers. 
All orders promptly attended to. 

D. Doekett, flgt, 



Fes, lots of them. 

Big lamps to stand on the floor. 

Medium sized lamps to put on tables. 

Little lamps to go and sit in a corner with 

when you don't feel sociable. 

All these and many more. 


Buy one if you 'want to make j r our room 

Never before was there such variety of design, 
or such beauty of execution. 
Never were the shades so artistic. 
Never were the prices so low. 
Come and see. 



523-525 Washington Street. 

Opposite R. H. White & Co.'s. 


Our Fall Importations have come, and the assortment, both as to qualities and shades, is very com- 
plete. Special attention is called to the following grades : 

" LENOX." — This is our own exclusive make of Glove. It has given thorough satisfaction to 
our best customers for several years. It is a strictly first quality Suede Glove. This season's importation 
includes all the staple shades and some new shades. The following styles are very popular: 7-Hook 
Foster Lacing at $1.65 per pair, and 6-Button Mousquetaire at $1.75 per pair. We also carry this last 
Glove in lengths from 4 to 30 Buttons. 

DENT'S LONDON GLOV^ES— We make a specialty of Dent's English Gloves. They 
are specially adapted for Drying and for Street Wear. This season's importation includes a popular style 
of Castor Gloves at $1.00 per pair. i 



Tremont Street & Temple Place, BOSTON. 


French Dyeing and Cleansing 

LARGEST \H AMERICA. Established 1829. 


Boston and Brookline, Mass. 

open every Monday and Tuesday. 

Duplicates of last year portraits and Tree-day 
groups can be had at the Wellesley Studio, 


17 Temple Place, Boston. 
365 Fifth Avenue, New York. 


284 Boylston Street, Back Bay. Opening Feb. 14, 1893. 

2206 Washington Street, Boxtrary. 1350a Beacon Street, Brookline. 
393 Broadway, So. Boston. 412 Harvard Street, Cambridge. 


Bundles Called for and Delivered Free.